To the City

The lazy dawn have just fled,

 Leaving beam of honey glazed sunlight,

 I know I'm not even half from the spot,

 But the great lake beside me was radiant,

 The lushy green leaves circling the perimeter,

The paddy, the lands the hills,

All the greeneries here compensated for the pavements,

But my dwelling, resides the same.

Now that I have reached this destination,

Plethora of creeping ceilings concretes,

Hanging out in broad daylight,

The northern eastern land of the plains,

And the eyes of mine is all that I can perceived,

Foreign beings, foreign dialects, foreign spaces,

Automobiles, machines of different uses,

Creeping unto the busy constructual streets,

But home is where I have bestowed thy righteousness.