Madras

The ambience of the oceanic swells The azure of the sky drowned therein The sandy shore with ozonic breeze The uncluttered stretch up the last eyeline Eaten the sun-feast beatan by night gleam Starry twinkling winking at statues' conspiracy Over the panorama the illuminated beam The light-house sea-marking with accuracy There, her majesty queen Mary With her radio recreations Literates of Presidency and University Smiling Mahathma musically on fridays Spinning around many a pantheon Of heritage and history Names of many a medallion In library of a century Deities of age old temples Festively resonating in academies Music, dance and drama in ripples Yearlong by dignitaries Theosophy under an aeoned banyan tree clasically singing and dancing Pinking palace of an art-gallery Bubbling with handicraft and painting Many more left here though True you delighted me That did I once bow In proposal to Ye Madras o' madras! Did love you darling But long back once Now you are rotting Corrupted with terrific traffic Overflowingly endangering Need a vehicle to pick Passengers even to other side crossing You've grown scraping the sky Atop no dredging even a pail of water So high a basin a bay Threatening when a tsunami does enter... Why Madras, why? So many whys are there Don't throw back a why When said 'no more proposals dear'