A city where I live but no known found,
My city left behind,
where I know the street and corner, Irony is for the city now m a foreigner.
The city the roads,
The lights the boards,
My food your mood,
Still hovers but never showers,
The rain left behind.
Same are the people same seems the roads,
But where ever I see it's Punjabi on boards,
Neither they understand nor I do,
But what have changed, never did u....