Beyond the seven seas, the
copious city stands
Mixed feelings running through
its veins, bloodshed across its lands
The roots of its being, the core
of its existence
Built up combating nature, filled
up with aspirations
Inhabited by fishermen, it
stroked its golden bristles
Upon the vassals of the sea poured
down affluent existence
As years passed by, it laid its
lineage; the Mecca of merchants
Swiftly took the world by its grandeur,
drew populace from all directions
Laying down the foremost railway
tracks of its homeland, it rejoiced
Yet failed to prophesy
backfiring, as insufferable crowds out’ trains poised
Indeed it was ill-fate that
caused this generous place to crease
The blasts, attacks, the dreaded
floods; disruption of its peace
The malice in dark-hearted souls,
the callousness of sinful minds
The molestation of its women; the
terror in children’s eyes
Time and again it stood up; with
valiant demeanor, lugged on the cart
Hoped to be revered once again,
prayed they’d see a change of heart
Wasted upon spiteful populace,
now its battle scars are weary
Reminisces the time when
deference encompassed its rising glory
Lived though several ups and
downs, it is set to mend the creed
To start afresh is what it wishes,
perhaps it conspires to retreat...
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