Its inroads inundated
With dried showers
Of a never waited monsoon
Papers that once played correspondence
Now into boats wading through and through
Against the torrential currents
The deluge is heading to the city tower
Protestors scream, ‘ Go back’!
A derision shinning on oppressor’s facade
I am a sinking city
Why do you migrate to me?
My lanes are inundated
I am the Winter’s haunt
Buds wither before they bloom
For Spring has taken a final leave
Water has reached the door
Ants like it’s sneaking into
And soon it will scale the ceiling
I am a sinking city
I am a sinking city
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