In battle against the hustle

Commuters intent for bedrest comforts

seldom notice fairy-tales about

Not Leaky Cauldrons or demigod camps

but magic, far stronger in essence.

Watch the evergreen tree

that sprouted from the vents of a broken AC machine

that burned and charred with building all

nowadays stands amidst a busy city,

pollen inside a debloomed rose.

Between hunts for empty rickshaws

watch out for gully hotels

that wrap their life around thriving trees

rather than destroy it

adorn the trunk with fairy light garbs

a Christmas tree done right.

Most dangerous of all,

do not miss the sky,

already near-lost in a smoggy cloak,

but commuter,

Look

raise your head

and watch Cheshire's crescent smile.

The above poem is for the NaPoWriMo2022. Day 12. Today we chose mediocrity.