Crying belly

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

It’s 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 glee and charm
As hands heave only
To hamper and harm.

City possesses peculiar
Postulate and feature
One has to struggle
To answer the call of nature.

There’s only
Contamination to drink
No place to stand
Only to sink.

Only flourish the industries
Of swindler and cheat
The wise has no sense
But the fool is full of wit.

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

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

Wherever eyes reach
There’s political rally
Though there’s no grain
To fill the crying belly.