Spring cleaning and new beginnings

Am back...

For starters, here's a work in progress...

Growth in my city
Is a niche activity.
Just ask the birds, the bees
The suffocated trees
Pruned to gothic parodies
Of themselves and this gritty
world of the young and newly wealthy.

This was once-upon-a-town
Both feet on the ground.
Before it Bangalored the West
And ran with the best
For their failed vision of yest
-erday’s tomorrow and its thorny crown
of the hard-fought age of the brown.