Lucknow and I

A city I’ve longed to belong to

Caged disorder and melted time

A convincing case of prime view

Fitting words, manicuring rhyme

I meet silence when people ask me of it

What’s famous here? What’s nice?

I can’t think of one thing to credit

All the words I could’ve stitched in lies

That I’ve hated it and I’ve missed it

I’ve wanted it back only to leave it

How to say it in words?

That I’ve felt death here while I was alive?

That I’ve messed up bonds with geography

One city at a time