Saturday, December 06, 2008

I am Mysore

I am Mysore, I am old
I am mellow like a wine.
If you have an eye, I am still
beautiful, fresh and fine.

The haunt of poets and writers
is now where joggers train.
The silver jubilee clock tower,
has gone silent again.

Radio house and summer blooms
still charm at Cheluvamba Park.
Dufferin tower and market front
beneath the sky - blue and stark.

The imposing banyan tree -
a place of quiet, time to spare.
Golden canopy of my maharaja -
known as statue square.

I age with every passing day
I age with every week and year.
I want to be beautiful always, forever
Only if you protect me, my dear.


SandyCarlson said...

This is a wonderful poem. Beautiful. thanks.

Chaitra said...

thats a nice poem... have u tried singing it..??? i guess it sounds good...!!!