The hustle and bustle of the city catches my eye
I ty to walk but the traffic is maddening
The footpaths are torn, roads are unclear
Everything is oblique and opaque
I sigh and continue to walk
This city, I think to myself, so poor, crowded and desperate
but yet so energetic and deceiving
But I reach my destination and forget the road
Stay in my destination for a while and when I return home, the madness starts again
It is a walker’s hell but a driver’s heaven
Let more cities be built for the people and not for traffic
This is the plight of the developing world.