Neglected

This is the coldest day in this city

A White Champaca bloom

Outside the Concrete Trails

Of government building

For years

There was no history

Of our city

Crowed up

bean counter, utility, neglected

ours.

For days

There were no cars pass by

And crowed up people whom were

Anger, hesitate, disappointed who

refuse to return home.

Originally.

I never know

How it started

student of high School, 

courier,

Lecturer,

wandering

In this concrete place.

The ruthless biting cold

Seems to have blown away

the smell of tear gas

and the fear of

Rubber Bullet

When the arrested Legislator

Escorted into a prison car

It is the moment

Of the fragrant

himalayan champaca

bloom.