I dream of a Gurgaon,
A Gurgaon where the water is
Unmixed with sewage, and
Sweet to drink.A Gurgaon,
Where, on New Railway Road
You can play Cricket and ,
Ride your bicycle, just for Fun!
I dream of a Gurgaon,
A Gurgaon full of trees n lakes,
And clear streams with fish
Sailing through. A Gurgaon,
Sleepy, peaceful, and easy-going,
A sleepy Hamlet said to have
Been the abode of Guru Dronacharya!
But, I wake to a Nightmare that is Gurgaon!
A Gurgaon, a nightmare!
Just when I turned on the T.V., to watch
The Grammy awards, the power went off!
Power-cuts are the gift of Progress, they say?
The super-highway brings you to Gurgaon in a jiffy,
But entering the town is impossible!
I felt thirsty and took a sip of water,
Only to spit it out, it tasted of sewage!
Is this Gurgaon, Millennium-City?
I.T. Hub, Cyber city, city of B.P.Os?
Is it a city where it takes ages to refurbish
New Railway Road, Old Railway Road?
Is it a city of of reckless three-wheelers,
Spewing poisonous gases, ferrying
Passengers to Kingdom Come?
Is this a city where sewage is mixed in your
Drinking water, a City where power-cuts
Are a gift, trees are cut to make
Way for high-rises,
Roads, and what not?
Do you call this Progress?
No, I’d rather go back to my dream,
Of a Gurgaon, with trees,
And lakes and rivers and greenery,
and the song of birds,
And the clack-clack of
The tonga!
Give me back the Gurgaon of
My dreams, a Gurgaon sweet and fair,
The Abode of Guru Dronacharya!
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