If home is where the heart spake,
Then my heart belongs to the city of lakes.
Bhopal an illuminated city of art,
Holding each other's heart.
Hot summers, dazing days, the heavy heat,
Cold winters, early darkness, the silent street.
Lake is the place where my heart lies,
Under the blue cloudy-drifting skies.
Wet sand between the toes,
And the mystic wind blows.
White ducks, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Duets are sung by frogs and birds, in aim to please,
Twined together in great weather, around the shaded trees.
Crystal clear water so deep,
Secrets of mine the fishes would surely keep.
Whispering waves, calling my name,
Big plans and dreams would never be the same.
Morning meditation amidst unknown faces,
Use to breathe in the dust of places.
Changing tides with low sounds by shore,
Feel the solace, in the deep heart's core.
A corner of heaven tucked away from the humdrum,
The mountains guarding it up from.
Such an indeed vision eyes could see,
The wonder, the joy, and the glee.
A symbol of elegance in the bustling city,
Done to deaths coffee shops, restaurants, and overcrowded malls none of the hangout spots have such beauty.
Feel the peace, in the silence of the night,
By sitting near a spotlight, as bright as sunlight.
This is the place which I would never love less,
So lovely is the loneliness.
Searching for old memories and dreams of long ago,
Now hidden by the darkness, where light once used to glow.
Whenever I am in pensive mood,
Memories flashback, which is the bliss of solitude.
Heart and soul realize all the chimes,
Whenever I pay a visit to all my golden times.
BEYOND THE POINT, Like me, many enjoy its beauty,
It's majesty and charm,
But we also should protect it,
And keep it safe from harm.
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