This November as I peep out of my window, searching for the signs of Winter, the city smiles at my imprudence... It throws some rays of burning sun, The salted wind and sandy cram Introducing itself to me all over again, Repeating its name, repeating its name “I have given you the power to earn, Strengthened your feet to stand, to run I have given you the shelter, the haven, The today and tomorrow of success and fun’ I have accepted you with open arm, Have showered on you all my charm. Yet you feel detached – disconnected, It makes me sad, I feel offended.” This November as I peep out of my window, searching for the signs of Winter, the city puts me under several allegations. “Accept me” it pleads, but I am lost in my own reflections. “You are right’ I begin, “but even I am not wrong. The impression of something on me is rather more strong. I am longing for my town, my native destination I miss its warmth, it love, its affection. You have given me the power to
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