Treasure Island

Sunny Mittal


I like the smell of the city


I like the smell of the city,
and the people humorous and witty,
skyscrapers standing tall and high,
and the clubs rocking with party.
I like the....

Weather here always so beautiful,
and everything here always so pretty,
people here work hard day and night,
very much determined and gritty,
I like the....

Life here never comes to a standstill,
everything keeps on moving slow and steady,
things always keep on changing for the new,
and that is where lies all the beauty,
i like the....

Submitted: Saturday, February 09, 2013

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