Walking by the lanes of the city;
The lush green meadows lying aside,
The wavy dark green landscape,
Gives a certain flashesof my childhood;
The feels of presence of something,
The fresh air and the clear sky;
The creeping gaps of the distanced houses,
Gives me a delight;
A delight for being a worshiper
The plenty of spaces in between the houses,
Reminds me of the pain of living alone,
The part of privacy is indeed needed,
But still there is some need for togetherness;
The couplets of doves passed by the sky,
Is the memories of the city,
The bridges and the houses,
The rivers and the lakes,
Aren't have importance for the city
The busy pavements and the standing traffic lights,
Still remembered them in that city,
The small population but busiest country,
The levels of atmosphere,
Remain half moderate cold;
Memorizes me of that city,
Which city is that? ?
You all will ask? ?
Then I will say,
The city of London,
The city of my birthplace.
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