By Husain Haider Rizvi
Okhla, a strange place with life queer and bizarre
Yearning for a whiff of fresh air
No breathing space, no shelter of green peace.
The sky scrappers shuts out the sky, wintry soft sunshine.
Green parks and lush Meadows a dream far fetched.
The milling crowd every where,
I look for humans but find few,
Others like robots have no hearts but artificial brains.
Markets filled with crowd
Jostling to lanes and by-lanes
And labyrinths of alleys.
There is dearth of tolerance and patience.
A long standing quarrels and grudges
Kill humans and take away the lives of kith.
May Allah bestow mercy upon
The people who live in Okhla.