One of the summer evenings,
She sat in the balcony with cup of warm coffee
The buzzing uproar, gleaming lights and 100 of thoughts
Invaded her skull made her sank
in the beckoned memory of the city she would call her own.
She missed it all, she missed her city
Which beamed a happiness and smelled a pride
And every lane spread like a spring leaves
people speak the language of love
and it felt like heaven is just here..
where younger she ran in beautiful streets,
laughed, and danced her heart out
to the sound of delightfully pouring rain.
It was her city, her home, her reason to smile
Which let her spent her summer flying kites
Making friends and growing happy.
It was her city which would let her go and hold her back
And feel all the colors of the nature in one go
The city which looked angelic with every sunset
The smell of a monsoon spread to moon
nights were serene and hummed a lullaby
where she would fall asleep with peace in core
As she smiled she knew
she can call it her own,
where she cant wait to come back home..
(the city which never fail to surprise with its beauty –
BELAGAVI, Eternal love)
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