Mamta Agarwal - ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Incognito! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Walk in
City’s familiar
And unfamiliar
Bylanes;
Incognito…

Can leave
The mask home
Who has time to glance?

It’s a city
Without a heart,
With only emptiness;
Spaces, though cramped
one jostles,
To wander
In anonymity,
Tears flowing
Down your cheeks.

It’s a city
Without a spirit, yes-
Cold and hard
Like steel concrete benches
in the foggy park
on a winter eve.

Mamta Agarwal

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