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In this city,
people walk—
with the dust of busyness in their eyes,
while inside their hearts
so many untold stories remain.

In this city, evening falls
amid a crowd of neon lights.
Some return home,
while others lose themselves
in some unfamiliar nest.

Through the smoke of tea
rising from the pavement,
old memories drift back.
A rickshaw bell rings—
and suddenly I remember
a love I once left behind.

In this city, love
still hides away—
in rain-soaked windows,
in the smile of a stranger,
in silent waiting.

Though this city is tired,
it still knows how to dream.
Amid thousands of broken people,
someone, every single day,
sings a song of beginning life anew.

In this city,
you are here, and so am I—
carrying the fear of getting lost.
Perhaps one day,
we will walk side by side
along the same road.