MY CITY CALLS..AS THE SPRING FALLS..

My city calls
As the Spring falls

It’s been some time
Since the last design

Of a quick stopover
On a nascent crossover

To its lanes
Through its planes

But it played out not
As it was thought

With a half-done trip
With some missing kick

And my city calls
To its hallowed halls

For the needed next
To meet the other west

It’s the rewind time
Of that singing line

To live that day again
To read that text again

On the wilder rhymes
To the random mimes

Holding the unsung ink
Twisting the chanted zing

From its steps of life
From its flow of light

Yes, my city calls
As the time since recalls

To live a life again
To go beyond death again

To join the ride again
To feel that love again

Through its winding paths
On its mystic ghats

Where colours enchant
As the days demand

A city..my city longs
For my unsung songs..

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/