I lived in a place
(now it is no more)
where the wind blew with a swish
the birds tweeted in joy
the leaves rustled gracefully
altogether a rhythmical poise.
Now, I find a township around me
low, middle and high-income houses
have come up in scores.
I wish to move out
the din around stabs me
the financials hold me.
I ruminate with ire
in the midst, I hear
from the neighbourhood.
I recline with a chagrin
closing my eyes
and my ears.
A workshopped version of the original,
Longtime it was, I remember
lived in a place without any tremor
I chose the place in the surround
where there was no inhabitation in and around
I had the eternity all to myself.
I could hear the wind blow
swishing sounds in the flow
heard the birds chatter and tweet
woke me up early with their beats
no noise whatsoever unrhythmical.
This could not be long in the days
came developments in a chase
houses came in different phases
low, middle, and high income in a pace
I sit amidst a township now.
Feel jostled and disturbed in the run
I contemplate on the turn
shift, should I to some other place
if there be an exodus soon in case
where to go? I stroke my forehead.
Whatever I attempt it turns opposite
to fund a new purchase have to break the deposit
I knit my eyebrows in a deliberate
nothing strikes me straight
I could not sit in peace for long.
As I brood over the situation
I am woken up by the distractions
the traffic on the road and the loud honking
thwarted my peace instigating
a fall from the level of sanity for a while.
Vote for the best.