The autorickshaw drives in <br />A crowd of silence gathers around <br />Pavements rose to feet <br />Poverty handed me an ice-cream <br /> <br />The stars above nibbled themselves all the shine <br />Empty tandoors in the sidewalk have no fuel <br />Hunger is still feasting on <br />My neighbours pretty dine <br /> <br />An air cloaked in night sleeves <br />Past, the boulevards and mansions <br />Eyes those are blurred from youth <br />Dreams and in dreams- believes <br /> <br />There'll be a hole in my neighbours wallet.<br /><br />amitav mazumdar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-neighbourhoods/
