Referred the name a city
and thought it was my destiny.
The life knew the hardships
and the garbage of irony.

I thought that-
and now it is changed.
I thought that-
and now it resembles an offence.

Provided they the insignia,
with the words of bliss.
That too had the long tale-
and the neuron orders not to miss.

Dust
when mixed with air-
The greenery,
embraced it.

Sorrows
when drew the drops-
The company,
slightened it.

But,
when God made the angels
they gave them feathers
to fly
to grasp the sky
and that made them flawless.

Germinating were these angels,
in the land of small elephants.
A catastrophe urged to wither-
the happiness prevailing.

Wasnt it an earthquake
but shook the siesmograph.
Wasnt it the collision
but burnt the aspirations.

A small being
was happy to get the control.
Wanted it the dew-
not the mist.

Threatened it
of its power.
He is governor or what;
now, come on bastard...

Angels,
came along the river bank
but saw it all ruined
with the evils of cities
and they returned through
the same bridge
which made the soul flow.

Angels,
Ye angels.
Didnt you like this haven ?
Isnt it your heaven ?

Proud of masculineness,
proud of the status
proud of the power-
burn all these with your pride.

Angels,
returned away to their homeland
waved their hands
and the one crowned
looked so beautiful
i loved her
but couldnt confess
oh my, oh my...

Your face,
Oh angel !

Angels,
came over in my dreams
i remembered my stay in the premises
i looked over at her
but she was with somebody.

I knew she wouldnt be mine-
i took a Tippler,
and returned back home.