This City | Poem

With each sigh I remember,
What this city gives me.

With each noisy lonely I remember,
Why this city calls back.

With each pain I remember,
Brings back this city.

I wonder,
What took so long to tell me,
Something I always desired,
Couldn’t be happier,
Couldn’t be depressed,
Then the truth than myself,
I’ve born to a world,
Where darkness and lightness,
Writes every story I write about?

With each breathe I remember,
I’m belonging to this city,
Where I go,
Where I live,
Where I sleep,
One night, I’ll be sleeping in this city,
Will you see on that night, Deathra?

┬ęSuraj Jangid


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