I like Bangalore as I met the most reliable friends there. I like Bangalore for Bangalorians. Even after seeing the Europe and Canada, I love the city more for the people.. So its my feelings..
FRATERNIZING BANGALORE
When the cloudless sky was flaming,
Near the bougainvillea you stood for me.
When I asked you the way to the canteen,
Called me for a tea with your smile serene.
Then we met at the rusty city street
Gazing around over a spicy Bombay Chat
Wondering about the colours of the city
Laughed at things, we, mostly itty-bitty.
Nice it was to talk sitting near the sedges
Evening started drawing orange images
Joking out the wits in your last failed love
Mate, your left eye was wetting at edge
Now, my coach is leaving at three twenty
I found I miss Bangalore, the garden city.
If God ever makes a city for friends,
Its streets would resemble that of Bangalore.
Friends; they came as winds of autumn
To rush down yesterday’s yellow leaves;
They breeze till the last of fading summer
To pore down clouds for the thirsty roots.