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Madras has been my home for decades
Since my married days
Living in an independent house
Surrounded by different kinds of trees
Is certainly a luxury
In this metropolitan city.
Going out was a pleasure
So was doing things at leisure
With no hassles whatsoever,
Commuting by buses or cycle rickshaws
Was within one’s reach
As frequent visits to the Madras beach.
There was no cause for complaints
As contentment was the norm.
Today it is Madras of old no more
With congested roads and bins overflowing with garbage
But I don’t expect anything more
From the city or people, I know
The living conditions have changed
So have I according to the times
Peace comes with acceptance and coexistence
Whatever the conditions
Love the city where I made my permanent residence
Madras might have changed its name
To Chennai and we are called Chennaites
What’s in a name when the city is the same
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