nights linger
over an edge of ache
spread across my bed
curling up at the corner
like a kitten it purrs at me.
the moon has bags under its eyes
tired from watching over the city
cutting edge modernism keeps it awake
endless possibilities run across
pale blue, sharp lights of laptops
humming to whispers of ‘more’
abundance is a promise once made
to old oak trees and peepal branches
laden with myneah and an odd crow
sometimes a relentless eagle
cities are the suburbs now
farms died
earth shifted
corporates erected
humility has been replaced by grandiosity