Sonnet On A 'city Of Lights' Poem by Indranil Bit

Upper Neath stands a gala grand city;
Busy mornings flows to brighter nights.

Underneath crawls a gloomy gutter tunnel;
Walking shadows dances to stinking cries.

Upper Neath boogying a crowd, fresh and new;
Adore the sketch like road in bright and hue.

Underneath a man who does befriend his sweat
Adore the dull snapped tunnel off a clogging fate.

Upper Neath few money flies, all people lies;
Driving shadows with light, a hilarious fight!

Underneath a song tunes, scarce phosphate fumes;
Whirling waters in dark, fanatic venomous peace!

Upper Neath stands proud is a city of light!
Underneath an angel works to make life bright!