The place I hail from

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Place I hail from (Bijapur-The kingdom)

Born in a place where the climate is always hot
Played in the garden, filled with touch me not
Even during monsoon, it hardly does rain
During summer, sun rays hurt us like thorns of pain

The land is barren & wind blows along with it dust
But, multitude still keep in god their faith and trust
It is a conglomerate of religions and people
Even then, situations here are never inimical

The roads are narrow and in pathetic state
People will stare if you are out with a girl on a date
Cleanliness is a rare sight in public spots
Space is always sparse in parking lots

Bargaining is the motto in the LBS market
Movies are often watched in black ticket
In evening, people gather around roadside tea stalls
Even in emergency, many prefer giving miss calls

At night, you can site many mobile stalls selling egg rice
Its aroma pulls you as it is cooked with sapid spice
Idli Vada centre’s have people waiting in long queue
Why these are special, I still don’t have clue

But Bijapur has a rich heritage and a glorious past
Ruled by Adilshahi, with his armor that was iron cast
Many enchanting monuments stand in magnanimous stance
History will reappear when you visit them for a glance

I always wonder why such intense heat cannot keep people at home
May be that’s why this place houses the world’s 2nd largest dome
The mighty Gol Gumbaz puts my city on world map
The beauty of it makes you standstill & take its snap

Still, this place suffers from scarcity of water
Beggars still walk the streets covered with tatter
Many amenities for life are still in dearth
But for me it’s the only haven on earth.

                                               
                       ~ Surya
                                                in Tribute






Comments

  1. Mick21 October 2011 at 01:45

    dude this is definitely your best work so far. though my brother denies it.
    this takes me back on a nostalgic journey of when i was back in school. though it seems you've written this poem to the friends you have now. because the bijapur i remember is not this. but maybe its because i' ve not travelled it like you. this is a work of epic proportions, its sad that my work leads me to misery and yours to fortitude. maybe thats why you are so optimistic. very well written pal.

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  2. Chetan Gurikar21 October 2011 at 04:05

    Nice one Dude.!

    Loved it both your city and the poem.:)

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  3. vinod muchchandi21 October 2011 at 05:02

    wow its very nice

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  4. raghu21 October 2011 at 22:30

    Nice poem...A short poem that tells a lot of things about Bijapur.

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  5. Mujeeb17 December 2014 at 02:57

    Nice epitomization of your city :-)

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