My year comprises three hundred and sixty ordinary days.
Some events and incidents make moments special
Family and freinds make hours unforgettable
Everyday I drive miles and miles yet cover so little..
my life is decent if not a fairytale
And I feel lucky enough to live in this city,
The city of joy.
My summer conspires with monsoon to stay longer.
I never run out of patience when I'm waiting for autumn
My time passes in seconds and in months
Along with the whole city I wait for someone..
When I stand infront of her amongst the crowd,
I look into the eyes of the Goddess of power,
I find peace and comfort.
My city looks like one of those from fairytales.
Everyone celebrates and she is the reason to celebrate
I walk on my feet and I cover a great distance
Searching happiness,colours,emotions and fragnance..
When she is gone time will pass in oblivion and nostalgia.
I live three hundred and sixty days in an ordinary world
and four in utopia.
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