hyderabad

grey pigeons flock

to tombs of dusty brown

look how they lace

delicate carving of mosques

old city sepia

sharpens its

street-shiny glitter

here, have some irani chai

drive from secunderabad

of old british feel

over flyovers opening into

banjara hills

of restos, pubs

shop at glitzy malls

or stop

at general bazaar

watch from tankbund

colourful sailboats sail

in blue laziness

soaking in the sunset

welcome to pearl city

a biryani paradise

all high tech, with

zero traffic sense

when your automan

madly meanders his way through

tension kaiku re?

sit back, take lite.