Poem on An imaginary city
An imaginary city
I closed my eyes to see this
imaginary city,
Where children’s shoes were the only
things dirty,
Being a woman, I walked down the road
fearlessly,
And there comes a man who asks for my
hand formally.
As I move further I see a huge
playground,
The corners not dominated by litter,
instead old benches painted brown.
In another corner, an old couple
enjoying the ice cream,
The corners are not occupied by
brutality and screams.
This imaginary city does not consist
of something called as an unsafe society,
Here, walking on roads late at night
doesn’t give you anxiety.
The best part of the city?
Certain essentials like pepper spray
you don’t have to carry,
But I think that’s why this city is
imaginary.
When I open my eyes, I am afraid to
face the reality,
Where I am used to speaking words
like cruelty and inhumanity.
Imagine this imaginary city turns
into a real case,
I wouldn’t need to close my eyes
anymore to feel safe.
~ Harshita Solanki
I wish this city was a real city❤️
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DeleteI also think I can visit this place and it help me for my English project thanks harshita 😘😘❤👍😇😁
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