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Chug chug, the noise of steel dragging on asphalt,
The rickshaw puller pulls his burden!
Chugging against, against all odds, life goes on.
O my city, you tread on.
Ting ting, the queen's era's trams tread leisurely along the lines,
Choking busy lines, in their majestic gait.
Hustle bustle, all busy lives,
As people go about their daily ways,
Forgetting, overlooking the throbbing live,
That pulsates through them, and connects!
That pulsates through them, and connects!
A busy nook, a forgotten corner,
All equally nurtured.
O my city, you take care of them all.
O my city, you take care of them all.
Glancing out a rickety window of a bus,
At a busy intersection, in the fading twilight,
I fell in love with you once more.
O my city, you resuscitated me!
You, regal in Victorian era beauty,
Old world charm infused with vigour and vitality,
Of the hopes, new beginnings.
Of the hopes, new beginnings.
A quivering damsel awaiting an unforeseen future with her lover!
The tantalizing aroma, of a by-gone era!
A forever waging battle,
Between the past and the future,
The present dims in the grim!
Of what was once, and what might be!
Between wanting to forget and the memory!
The rambling ruins of the Raj, to modern concrete,
Carefully cultivated prejudices, mocks perjury!
Carefully cultivated prejudices, mocks perjury!
From tinkering laughter at Park Street,
to the hushed strolls against tiled walls,
Pre-set mentality against modernity,
Evolving ethics!
Alas you have been waging a long lost war,
O my city, yet you never fail to give.
Through the lights of Diwali,
And aplomb of the deity annihilating evil,
On the eve of Christmas, and that of Eid!
In your spirit we celebrate, it is you we love.
O my city, wearing against the seams,
Yet the apparel gleams anew,
Washed and decked in cheerful mockery!
O my city, in you we beseech,
For our salvation!
For our salvation!
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