This poem was printed in "Kithab", a compilation of poems and stories, published by Mathrubhumi.
Call for the Fajr prayers
Broke the silence of dawn
Ring of the alarm
Stirred her awake
Reluctantly to reality
A monotonous day awaits
Deadlines and tasks beckon
The drone of the corporate wagon
Queues up targets inline
Passions and dreams long lost in time
Hustling through crowded streets
Struggling for a foothold
She longs for vast green meadows
A place where the eye meets the sea
Solace for the urban nomad
Social media dilutes conversation
To likes, shares and comments
A heart to heart
A lost art
Log out to connect
Concrete jungles a shelter
A means of sustenance
To grow wings
That fly you faraway
Where your dreams lay
A hundred pictures
Saved in phones
Perfect for Insta
Yet none captures the vista
Like your soul
The salt in her hair
Wind in her face
Lungs welled with air
Here she felt alive
In the lap of nature
This is a luxury
An escape from the drudgery
For the urban nomad
Who lives in the city,
Yet dreams of the countryside.
