Link Road

Link Road,
no more,
any more.
Drillers hole
for sky-rail,
dredge from deep,
ajis, ajobas
wrapped in
Tuka and Kabir;
chapsticks of memory,
invalid currencies;
odd ends of Tulsi,
grass, bric brac,
fronting tiled homes,
today, sky stabs
taunting Vittala's Vaikunt.
On Link Road,
to drilling drums,
owners selfie Mercs,
wiped neat
by Nepalis.
An early morning sun
pauses behind
sky tops.
'In 5 years,
a sky rail
on Link Road,'
says the driller
from Chattisgarh.
'We wont be there,'
says Rama.
Making of an aged,
dentured
future,
on Link Road,
birth of a death.