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The bus crawled into New York City

Flutter of joy rushed into me;

Never ever before, I've ever come here

But why is it then so familiar?

Crowd, congestion, cosmopolitan rhythm

The tide and ebb of rush lean Manhattan.

Though miles of distances lay between two urban;

City of Joy and popular New York

In a jiffy I completely forgot.

The Time Square Magic -- two in one

A Sikh, yellow cab driver in turban, bright orange

Give a hand carry my bag; as I wait in queue; for my turn.

Strange; he be destined other than anyone;

Drive me further to city centre youth hostel.

The hustle, the bustle,

busy bee purposeful.

Summer breeze rustle; filling smile in people.

Was I in the streets of a foreign land? Or in Cal; pin code one?

Exceptional dream

wearing new uniform!

Yes, I did feel at home; in far away city of Manhattan.

New York City, World at your feet being there was a great treat.