My city has grown so large,
I perceive for the first time.
Not enthusiastic to go out on errands,
I shop for my clothing online.
Many parade personal beauticians, physicians
and jewellers. I am proud of my grocer.
He delivers graded grains and cereals
Offers a formal concession to please me
Fruits and vegetable vendors
knock my doors. I rest happy reading.
For a change, I go to the commercial district.
Wow! what a transformation!
The growth is phenomenal. Madurai showcases
a line of malls and a string of skyscrapers.
The wonder lasts for an instant.
It irks. Old has given way to new.
The passion, the city manifested,
has passed on.
A veil shrouds the ancientness.
Madurai has turned ambiguous and vain.
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