#11 Poem: Same Old City


Stepping to the town
Where i came from heaven
All memories that i left
Behind when i was seven

It is still the same
The same old city
With no new face
With no new identity

The broken roads
The narrow lanes
And the leaking pipes
With their rains

The crowdy square
The roadside shade
In small houses
People invade

The small kids playing
And shouting in joy
Like the chirping of birds
So beautiful and coy

It has the colour of love
Like the red cherries
It is still the same
With all my old memories!!

No matter how far you go, you cannot forget the place where you spent your childhood days!!

Β© Amulya Bhardwaj


Published by: @BeingAmulya

I am just an ordinary girl who loves reading and writing... This is my way to explore my inner self and to treasure my memories and thoughts !! For me writing is my "life's potion"... I just can't get things out of my mind utill i write them.


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