The jar opened into a house - a house that could not sit still.
It raved and ranted about its rooms.
And gossiped about its brooms.
Of glass were its walls-
-The owner had robbed those of the jar.
Of sand were the halls-
-The grains, dissatisfied and below par.
The waterfalls were forgotten:
They sprung from the sink within.
The flowers were forgotten:
They were drunk and in the bin.
I closed the lid
And the jar hurried to the shelf.
But to the ground it slid
And discarded its imprisoned self.
It raved and ranted about its rooms.
And gossiped about its brooms.
Of glass were its walls-
-The owner had robbed those of the jar.
Of sand were the halls-
-The grains, dissatisfied and below par.
The waterfalls were forgotten:
They sprung from the sink within.
The flowers were forgotten:
They were drunk and in the bin.
I closed the lid
And the jar hurried to the shelf.
But to the ground it slid
And discarded its imprisoned self.
Comments
Pune has changed for sure. From the ocean of green that it was before, let's say it has switched to being a sea of green bordered by a rather grey concrete jungle!
However, if you compare it with its sister, Bombay, then you'll find Pune resembling the green ocean of yore even to this day! :-)