Each evening brings a blanket of loneliness in city of Jacaranda
I wonder is this me, or is this the light of this city
My heart ache and I look around
I feel that city is drowning each one of us in our own world
No one seems to have time for each other.
We all are running, chasing the unknown
Leaving everything which ever matter to us, in name of progress
I see couple holding hand in hand
and I feel how blessed they are
still not consumed in the rush of mad city
I say a silent prayer in name of those loving birds
Who are still nesting in the city but
aloof of the lonely blanket of Jacaranda city.
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