just some more

I read a poem today. Beautiful. Long. Vivid. Roundabout.

Will you come with me to the city, he asked. The answer was, what was there in the city? Just tall Skyscrapers, long unmoving lines of beautiful cars, trains snaking as far as the eye could see and industries with tall chimneys that sent smoke spiralling skywards. What else is there? But mirrors staring right back at you and a jungle of bricks as far as the eye could see.

Will one get to see lush green fields? Will one get to listen to the silence?
And on it went.

Don't you think, this is exactly what we wish for when we are alone. Not aloud, but deep within ourselves?
Don't we at some point or another ask ourselves how it might have been if the streets could have been silent and cleaner? Greener?
Haven't we ever asked ourselves about what would it have been if the cities were not mere rocks and stones? Have your eyes never thirsted for a patch of green in the dusty city streets?Or ever imagined what the day of a traffic policeman might be like?

Or perhaps most of us have never even noticed it? Or have just been too caught up with the bustling of the city life, the glitz and the glamour, the neon lights and the discotheques, the bars and the restaurants, the malls- the supermalls and the elusive Ferrari or the Audi that roars by and then the silent Metro overhead.

The question is not "what to do?" or "What can I do?". You can do a lot.
But the pertinent question now is "Have u even noticed?"