Each monsoon exposes the failures we normalize—flooded streets, choking drains, and a city forced to endure the same cycle.
Come rains,
and the city stands still
in treacherous tyre-deep pools
of murky water
rising under the hammering downpour.
Gutters belch and vomit
our failures
and we wade through them,
year after year after year...
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha