I am an urban man

100 miles to the nearest city

I hate the clear skies and the air

the smell of cow piss in the morning

the camaraderie of men

the plain women, the ugly kids

the smell of rain falling on fresh soil

the fiery blossom of the palash

I am an urban man

used to the dingy dark corners

behind tanneries and meat vendors

the pungent cancerous air

and water blacker than my soul

the crime, the brutality

the love-hate relationship between a man and his city

never could be explained in poetry

the rhymes, the free verse

can’t capture the cantankerous bitch that is my reverence

for this city

and its million cretins.

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