If you go outside the house
All loss but no gain
And receive bonus and bonanza
Of migrain pain.

It is easy to make a transition
From heaven to hell
The city that stinks
How can diffuse sweet smell.

Metro has only sign of maturity
If you notice sound and fury
It remains with
No happy and charm
As hands heave only
To hamper and harm.

City possesses peculiar
Postulates and features
One has to struggle
to answer the call of nature.

There is only
Contamination to drink
No place to stand
Only to sink.

Only flourishes the industries
Of swindle and cheat
The wise has no sense
But the fool are full of wit.

As if all were running
A long race
None requests and submits
All only dictate and impress.

There is no heal,
Ointment and lotion
As chest is choked with
The soot of pollution.

Wherever eyes reach
There is political rally
Though there are no grain
To devour into belly.