My city calls
As the Spring falls
It’s been some time
Since the last design
Of a quick stopover
On a nascent crossover
To its lanes
Through its planes
But it played out not
As it was thought
With a half-done trip
With some missing kick
And my city calls
To its hallowed halls
For the needed next
To meet the other west
It’s the rewind time
Of that singing line
To live that day again
To read that text again
On the wilder rhymes
To the random mimes
Holding the unsung ink
Twisting the chanted zing
From its steps of life
From its flow of light
Yes, my city calls
As the time since recalls
To live a life again
To go beyond death again
To join the ride again
To feel that love again
Through its winding paths
On its mystic ghats
Where colours enchant
As the days demand
A city..my city longs
For my unsung songs..
©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey - http://severallyalone.blogspot.com/
