Strange Cities-I

Busy cities either wake up early or never sleep at all;
Mine looms in the middle for decades on. 
I'm strange in the strangest of cities,
I fear back home they might take my bride away.

I board the Dilli-Jaipur sleeper to give my heart a little rest.
As dawn dies, the strange city changes 
Only to bring a strange light again.
As God increases the day's  brightness,
My eyes hurt with the corporate reflections.

Today I crave a little for my Srinagar again,
A city that reflects too little, takes in too much.
I grow home in my heart like a flower
Taken away from its homeland to cities strange.

Delhi-Jaipur NH-8

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