The City

Years ago, by the stream, atop that rocky cliff, I saw

the stars that shone were shunned by the light 

in which the line of the city was drawn.

It is beautiful - this city I live in,

it was beautiful, the city where I stayed.

And I still yearn for its glaze, I know - the city calls me till day.

The people were family in the smaller quarters,

they were too friendly in the larger ones.

But in the zone by the road and the gusty winds - I have known none till day.

This city, I tell you is full of life, and yet is the one walking dead.

Here people and their candles gather at the voice of crime

yet, here people have learnt no sympathy till day.

This city - it's adorable, it's sassy and it is alive

it makes the poor yearn for a life

and the rich yearn to move away.

This city, I saw years ago, in another, I still live

by the stream atop that rocky cliff, I saw

the sunrise and the slums rise in the darker bay.