Situated on the foothills of the Himalayas
The town looked evergreen with its trees
life was then at ease
Elephants walked down the Hill cart road swaying their trunks
A very few people gathered to watch their pranks
Now the Hill Cart road is very busy with heavy loaded vehicles
While shops stand on the either sides in mass scales
The town has now taken the shape of a city
With multiplexes, amusement parks, the rush we perform our duty
To keep our city clean amidst the jungles of concrete
So that our generation next stand on their feet.
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