This city
That smells
Of temple smoke
Autorickshaw exhaust
And the dampness of rain.
This city
Trains screaming afar
Through the mumbles
Of incessant raindrops
Singing a comforting lullaby.
This city
Overcast
That tell stories.
Clouds, a messenger
From yesterday
For today.
This city
Green with envy
Yet content with self
In it's cold monsoon morning
Tazes away remains of sleep
From my dreary eyes.
This city
Forces out
The love in me
Tosses it around
And envelopes me
Back in it.
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