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.
