Friday, April 02, 2021

City

 


My city which is still a home in my heart

Whenever I hear its name or a mention

It excites me like a child even today

The images are still green in my mind 

The roads, the walk, the rush to catch a bus

That pastry shop and evening hunger after college

All those moments and people around

Still I could see their face and place

My city is much different than any other

Wish I could get to see even once that same city

Those people and those buses, those roads

Taking home, college and the grounds of happiness

But today my city isn't the same!!!

~ Dawn


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