On my honest mirror this monsoon night,
I see the greying sky and her promises of stars,
Together they mirror with sweetened darts,
Memories of thee and “her” fabled sites.
Few as worthy of a verse as Bangalore,
Yet they say, I loved only thee more.
Every orchard and every garden’s gates,
That I passed, hath me look back for miles,
Only more charming was thy winsome smile,
When thee looked back on a conquering gait.
Whence they come, whither they are bound,
They reach by her lakes to pause and pose,
Like my travelling thoughts with their weary toes ,
By the memories of thy deeds, are resting found.
Few as worthy of a verse as Bangalore,
Yet they say, I loved only thee more.
Her gyrating nights and over-flowing taverns,
Stir me but lesser than thy mysterious eyes,
The city and the damsel in love’s playful guise,
Have etched many a verse in my heart’s caverns.
Few as worthy of a verse as Bangalore,
Yet they say, I loved only thee more.
Many are the songs written about cities. Yet none written on Bangalore. I took the responsibility of the doing the due to this beautiful city.
I see the greying sky and her promises of stars,
Together they mirror with sweetened darts,
Memories of thee and “her” fabled sites.
Few as worthy of a verse as Bangalore,
Yet they say, I loved only thee more.
Every orchard and every garden’s gates,
That I passed, hath me look back for miles,
Only more charming was thy winsome smile,
When thee looked back on a conquering gait.
Whence they come, whither they are bound,
They reach by her lakes to pause and pose,
Like my travelling thoughts with their weary toes ,
By the memories of thy deeds, are resting found.
Few as worthy of a verse as Bangalore,
Yet they say, I loved only thee more.
Her gyrating nights and over-flowing taverns,
Stir me but lesser than thy mysterious eyes,
The city and the damsel in love’s playful guise,
Have etched many a verse in my heart’s caverns.
Few as worthy of a verse as Bangalore,
Yet they say, I loved only thee more.
Many are the songs written about cities. Yet none written on Bangalore. I took the responsibility of the doing the due to this beautiful city.
3 comments:
The Ode to Bangalore,
this country's magnificient IT ore,
compelled you to think and write,
that work which you did it so right.
Good one Srikanth.
Hey thank you very much Shyam. :-)
Sri...am having a great time reading your blog again !!! Been so long since i read your word(k)s !!!
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