Delhi NCR is Dead

From the desk of Vitasta Raina
Time: Irrelevant

Brown in white curtains of smog
men defecate
their backs
to the IP estate
railway tracks.
Delhi NCR is dead.

Dust settles in the weight of winter air,
Outside the Radisson
In newspaper fires,
men rummage with rats
for free meals in filth.
Delhi NCR is dead.

The brick-makers have left.
Alone, from the saudades of the Qutb Minar,
a black kite watches,
the Violet Line airborne
across the Capital.
Delhi NCR is dead.

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(c) Vitasta Raina, Delhi, 2013, 2015, 2017