She's the capital of history and culture
A heritage of intellect and art & literature
Yet striding sanguinely, into the approaching years
Her charisma is something, everyone reveres
Blessed with nature at its beautiful best
she enthuses you, with her juvenile zest
She loves her children in such magical way
They stay deeply rooted, even if far, far away
Hardly do you find, such a perfect blend
Preserving her legacy, yet going with the trend
Nothing can be wrong here, rightly they commend
As pace of life doesn't matter, rather the time you spend
I reminisce the days spent on her teeny-tiny lanes
and the aroma in her air, after eventide rains
She caresses me with her cool, soft zephyr
I still hear her hum sweet tunes, in leisure
For bittersweet sarcasm, she is the epitome
Yet she is the one whom I fondly call my home
As the best city for me, I'd never wish her reform
For she is too precious to be losing her charm..
Credits: Aakash gautam via Wikimedia Commons
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