A cacophonous bowl of dust and smoke
my arteries clogged with wheels
defaced, decomposed faces stare blankly
into my being
poison runs in my veins
I wonder if I am the same earthly paradise
born out of the sword of Manjushree
or Bhanubhakta's Kantipuri, Amravati Nagari
--am I a city
or a monstrosity?
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