Where I from

The chaotic beauty
quiets down,
for once.

Silence,Still,
Peace.

Dusts,
dirts,
molds;
are marking
the history;
in mute.

An unsung
mechanoly tune
is swirling
in the air.

Street is empty,
Soul is lonely,
City is dreary,
too?

Energy
is losing out
slowly;
in the sports ground.

No ambition,
No passion,
No gratification.

Traffic
comes and goes;
moves and travels;
passes and crosses;
everyday.

Never stops
once,
Once for the city.

Even air,
smells old,
and dated.

Time moves,
city grows
and ages.

But she smiles.

Seasons change,
Roads change,
Faces change;
feelings remain
unchanged.

Because,
this is my city,
this is my world,
this is my,
Love.