My dear beloved city.
You hate me.
You love me.
You tower high above me;
And yet you never look down
On me.You’re always around
When I need you.
Sometimes we fight,
Playfully like old friends
Sometimes you stab me
From the back
Right in my heart.
You kill me with your cruelty
Because you know
I will still love you.
My cruel,heartless city.
You’re an old friend
Who understands my pains.
And like a twisted nemesis
You exploit them.
And leave me reeling
Time and again.
And as I fall,you laugh
Like the sadist you are.
Because you know
I will still love you.
8 comments:
nice to see u back...very good one. for someone who has deserted his favorite city for months, this poem surely touches some nerves..
As always,well written albeit there's a underlying sense of pain in this poem but again,this is what makes it stand out. Don't ya worry mate,no matter how much u accuse this city,it won't stop loving u either... :)
ankit and shambo-thanks a lot! :)
Hmmm nice poem as always... I did nt know u habe deserted ur fav city???? Whr are u now????
@santanuda-Not me,ankit has deserted his city. :D
@Anish Awwah tai bolo bawa :-D My fav author is still in town... :-D
This is beautiful. Very raw, but that's how it should be. I like the way you end it- "I still love you". Keep writing!
Really really beautiful words. This is almost like a song...the tune of which is left to the reader's imagination.
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