City Poem - Prince Tomar
I don't know this city Where did you sit and write Ghalib? Everyone talks about it I've heard poets go there For inspiration From the walls, you once must've stared at, From the noise which must've distracted you From the smell of the bread. I don't know where that is? They say there were seven cities before mine Where are they now? Lost somewhere in the ruins of their glory? I haven't seen them. I don't know this city. It's a capital now, They brought it here 88 years ago People say it has changed a lot I haven't seen anything though, I wasn't there. The red sandstone structure here Reminds people of our first rebellion A What did they fight for? This, what we have today? I can't but pity on those Who were once called the enemy It's not that city Is it? I don't know this city.