Birds on telephone wires...
A hungry dog waiting,
Patiently near a food stall for his daily crumbs...
This is my city.
A four year old with his little sister,
Balancing along the railway tracks.
Ragged clothes, disheveled hair
Browned by dust...
Illuminating smiles, strengthened with hope...
This is my city.
Narrow lanes, half lighted.
Craftsmen, tired with the day's work...
Hungry and fatigued
Painting the Goddess's eyes...
This is my city.
A little tea stall...
Broken benches and clay cups.
Chatter of life and family...
and the tea maker's collected stories...
This is my city.
The setting sun.
A young group of school goers trotting,
Laughing, talking, tireless...
Full of dreams, high on life.
This is my city.
My city gives me strength.
It gives me courage...
To dream.
It gives me reason...
To love.
This is my city.
