My City Calls Me
I was there so recently though
Thought my business has finished
And I bid my farewell
Everyone was quite happy and well
But I hear a whisper of my name
She calls me by my nick name
With her naughty taunting voice
That makes fallen post stand
She says, she is sorry
Sometimes she can't just get low
She thought it could not went far
That I could not go too far
My city calls me back
She says I am the best
Not comparing me with anyone -though
Just hearing at others' stories
She says she is sorry
Though it seems like she is high
She just can't calm down
All she need is just a fix
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