Weird and worn out in the shape
ape
looks like a haggard in form
the great city of New York
lacks the lustre it henceforth
the impetuosity is lost
the statehood never found
What would that be?
it is a but a sad tale to tell
like a woman aging in course
makes up her face in a choice
draws her eyes with care
creases the wrinkles all fair
pays attention to the eyebrows
dyes her hair hiding the grey locks
conceals the blemish with creams
goes on the make do’s for hours
yet the basics remain the same
while with a few hours shine
the artificial dies through
exhibiting the original
so much more this Famed city
has withered with years
as it bursts open slowly
exposing the innermost ugliness
depicted well on the interior
surfacing on to the exterior
the wrinkles ironed out smoothly
appear more prominent than before
same way as in aspects distinct
the land once glorious and exalted
now is pale and beaten to the core
not a picture of beauty any more
only a portrait of a wretched existence
far away from progress and thrive
Meenas Poems 