Sitting on chair looking out of window,
The city is very busy to feel my sorrow.
Memoirs are deep and so do the thoughts,
Now I feel we are no longer tied up in knots.
The city is so crowded no free space,
Now the sunlight don’t even reach my face.
From where I belong my birthplace,
I feel like I left them in disgrace.
Works and loads that made me do this,
From my duties I want to get dismiss.
It’s not I want to skip my responsibilities,
I’m just tired with this city’s hostilities.
Deep in my heart still I feel for you,
Between you and responsibilities I grew.
I grew harsh, strong, unbreakable,
But with this city I’m immiscible.
Sitting on chair I write my line,
Being with you was so divine.
I promise to you I will be back soon,
To see the beautiful you in monsoon.
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