Joseph Antony

I venture out into the know,

Yet unknown alleys of my past

Never-ending roads leading to a light that shone

The city I live in, the city of contrast

Empty land turned into home ground

Held a bat, threw a ball, rode a bike

Learned a lot, lost a few, ran around

The city of grounds, the city I like

Children of today have a race to ace

Not on the grounds, as they are no more

Building blocks placed all around the base

The hustle to find more blocks is the race that tore

With spaces confining and walls kissing each other

No space to play, no space to live but enough to sit

My children would get a chair to discover

And join the race to make chairs that fit