As I touch the city’s limits
The air turns pleasant
Cool as cucumber
Announcing it’s arrival:
Coimbatore!
Take me from wherever
Leave me blindfolded here
Still I can make it
Air whistling through palakkad gap
Caressing me soft and cool
The sweet tasting siruvani water
The floating voices
In the local trademark kongu tamil
All announce where I am:
Coimbatore!
Cotton spins into yarn
Yarn weaves into
fabric
Fabric stitches into
garments
And make their journey
Worldwide to be adorned by the
World’s populace
Manchester of south!
Coimbatore!
Metals, non-metals, bolts and nuts
Make themselves into motors,
Pumps, Grinders, mixies , wash machines
Cement, Machines and what not
Tools and dies
Machines and Hands
All combine in their making
A magic of materials,
machines and men!
Latest IT bandwagon too joined in
Enacting the fabulous show in :
Coimbatore!
The bazaar streets
Business edifices, the
complexes
The shopping inmates
Travelling tourists
Visiting workers and blokes
Turn it into a beehive of activity:
Yea a action packed
Coimbatore!
A place of pride for sure
Still the bomb blasts and
The communal killings after the blast
All turned it into a place of shame too
Place of present pride and past shame
That is :
Coimbatore!
Dark sides shadow the Light
Scars mar the beauty like the earth
With the beautiful day
And the gory night
Side by side
A fact true in here too, that is:
Coimbatore!
Roads are barely motorable
Yet not walkable
The narrow streets
Remaining a living testimony
To a city most unplanned
The ever mad population’s quest
To inhabit and dwell
Has cut into the nature’s dwellings
In the periphery and outer limits
A sorry tale to tell about my dear
Coimbatore!
On the Coimbatore Chess board
The population sickness
Checkmates the Coolness and the
Siruvani water’s sweetness
Cool is no longer cool
Sweet is no longer Sweet
With hotness and sourness seeping in
By the teeming population’s expanse
Sad but true is the new face of
Coimbatore!
Yet all is not over for my dear city
A go green campaign
May still weave a magic
All have to come forward
To make this happen
Let us make it happen
Are u listening my dear,
Coimbatore?
-Mohan Sanjeevan
