Where the morning air reverberates with the divinity of the ringing temple bells
And the blue skies breathe fresh air,
Where cuckoos sing the wakeup call and gorgeous Gul mohars create magnificent canopies
My small town is pure love, that grows with every dawn.
Where bangle sellers still go around selling colourful dreams
And cradled ambitions toil under lampposts,
Where gully crickets are still the norm, and colourful kites play games with clouds
Happiness still thrives on the mundane in my quaint small town.
Where humble tea shops witness endless narratives everyday
And the local marketplace is everyone’s backyard,
Where the tranquil riverside makes evenings magical
And sparrows merrily play in people’s courtyards.
Every walk through the green boulevards that adorn my small town
Makes my heart yearn more for these picturesque moments,
Amidst the overwhelming urbanism of the big city that gives me my bread and butter,
I look forward to every trip back to the bylanes of my small town.
By Devjani Majumdar
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