between the metro stations of arrival and departure,
there're spots of orange and golden and amber
that light up the horizons (and more) of your living.
They---- ------lead
-----------you
----------------to
the window of culture that gathers missing parts of you
and through the drops of rain that trickle down from the heavens above,
they bind these parts onto you
one by one, piece by piece
In Delhi...
every big road leads to some place small.
In Delhi...
today I found my Bangalore.
there're spots of orange and golden and amber
that light up the horizons (and more) of your living.
They---- ------lead
-----------you
----------------to
the window of culture that gathers missing parts of you
and through the drops of rain that trickle down from the heavens above,
they bind these parts onto you
one by one, piece by piece
In Delhi...
every big road leads to some place small.
In Delhi...
today I found my Bangalore.
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