My city thrived on people,
who gave love and rekindled.
My city supported the events,
inspired many a hand in hands.
My city gave shelter,
to the cuckoo birds, even the vultures.
My city never dismissed,
hopes and the folks,
the distress of abyss.
My city shared its cool,
with intelligence and so called fools.
My city gave in for creations,
in the name of our ambitions.
This, my city is feeling lost,
with noises much harsher; it pleads a little lot!
Its crying soul fading away,
with no one to hear...speak or say'
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