Build me a smart city that borders the
seas,
By Malabar Hill where there’s plenty of
breeze.
Where flowers grow on uncluttered streets,
And single-screen theatres play old movies.
Build me a walled city that’s free of
crime,
Where no one slumbers on avenues of slime.
Appoint a policeman who is honest and smart,
Who won’t bend down to robbers and farts!
Build me a city where people don’t roam
aimlessly,
And, work on jobs around the corner, yes,
seriously!
Two bedrooms, hall, and kitchen would do
fine,
To spend insomniac nights of lying supine.
Build me a city where cell phones don't rob
sleep,
Where friendships are real and grudges
don't keep.
Where friends, wherever they are, return
urgent calls,
And, aren't just smirking pictures on
walls.
Build me a city where Internet and wi-fi
are free,
There’s no need to pay income tax or
parking fee.
Where media is not always breaking false
news
And ad jingles don't turn ear worm and
confuse.
Build me a city where nights are not
darkness wrapped,
Where women are unmolested and girls
unraped.
Where homeless people can sleep in night
shelter,
Where smiles are warm and free is laughter.
Build me a city where men don’t dart into
hellholes,
To biometric systems and cubicles without
souls.
Then train-compressed commute to their tiny
flats,
To canned laughter and inane dramatic
plots.
Build me a city where rain doesn’t lives
disrupt,
Where sewage doesn’t overflow and streets
are swept.
Where a man can lay his tired head on a
bed,
And say, “Oh, it was a bad, but you will
always be loved.”
