The Girl who owned a city

One of the summer evenings,

She sat in the balcony with cup of warm coffee

The buzzing uproar, gleaming lights and 100 of thoughts

Invaded her skull made her sank

in the beckoned memory of the city she would call her own.

She missed it all, she missed her city

Which beamed a happiness and smelled a pride

And every lane spread like a spring leaves

people speak the language of love

and it felt like heaven is just here..

where younger she ran in beautiful streets,

laughed, and danced her heart out

to the sound of delightfully pouring rain.

It was her city, her home, her reason to smile

Which let her spent her summer flying kites

Making friends and growing happy.

It was her city which would let her go and hold her back

And feel all the colors of the nature in one go

The city which looked angelic with every sunset

The smell of a monsoon spread to moon

nights were serene and hummed a lullaby

where she would fall asleep with peace in core

As she smiled she knew

she can call it her own,

where she cant wait to come back home..

(the city which never fail to surprise with its beauty – BELAGAVI, Eternal love)

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