The City ....

I am lost in the revolution,
fighting for some rights and bags of ration !!
For a place where people lose their religion,
not for the lack of faith but for some unknown reason !!

A land where freedom means a great deal,
where the betroth en shores the Ganges heal !!
Where people still have the right to say,
i cannot work as its just another lazy day !!

A marketplace where dreams get sold,
some make silver some make gold !!
Some still sit with eyes full of prejudice,
they could not accept such a close miss !!

Where the fairy on the memorial flies every night,
and hovers above like an angel showering light !!
The bridge on the river shining in glory,
its seen the past and wants to tell its story !!

A city where the raj ruled once upon a time,
now ruled by people, malice and crime !!
But goodness is something you cannot forget,
and it lies in the heart without a regret !!

Colorful figures dancing in the shade,
the moving crowd in an esplanade !!
A place where the glorious past is still preserved,
where time and fashion changes but art and culture is still revered !!

Where once strived a famous ray of hope,
where people still want to reach the top by climbing the rope !!
A land engulfed in magical lights,
in the middle stands the grassy sights !!

A land of hope and a land of belief,
where even the ignorant if they try, get relief !!
A land where life dwells in every creak,
where the oblivion is the last to go bleak !!

Its the place where i was born,
its the place where i had my first piece of corn !!
Its a city of joy filled with hidden sorrow,
its the place where people still dream of a better tomorrow !!