Always loved I was; At home, tall buildings, monuments,

temples, railway stations, a hangout for kids;

cosy comfort for young loves; Gossip arena for the neighbours;

Who wouldn’t? love my curves, count their steps;

Gone are those days,

Oh! Gone are those days,

To a corner, I am relegated –  dark alley, I have almost turned.

In malls, In airports,

I am made to move, not that I mind.

Name changed to escalators – not comfortable am I with my new name;

nor my job profile. But who chares?

Strange is the liking of the men folk to my new friend sitting next to me; 

clinging and clanging – she goes – up and down with her people

‘oh ! how I envy her – the elevator- how I envy her ‘

The shower and attention she gets. ‘Strange  World’, I cried,

‘forget me not.’

‘I am all glitz and glamour. But, you are sought after in emergency.

An immense contribution you have always made – Its I who envy you,’ she smiled.