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September 26, 2001

High above the morning sky,
A city shines with a sudden glow,
Where the earth is rough,
And the air is tough.

Beyond the earth you see people walking,
People buying and people selling,
You also see tourists visiting,
While others are begging.

You see the past,
You see the present,
But what is yet to come is the future.

In the mists of the city,
You see an old city,
That once rose,
But now it is gone and the history remains.

Once upon in the city midnight sky,
The city was once of another nation.
Where we fought,
And won the fight.

There are hills,
There are mountains,
And there are plains,
But it is all one valley.

People work,
Students learn,
But not all survive.

Narrow streets lead to dead ends,
While others connect.
There are more yet to be,
While others go in circles.

I saw a mother carrying her child,
Where she was begging for food and money.
They were walking down the street,
Where it was very depressing.
She was carrying a piece of cloth,
Where she was carrying the child in it,
And she was protecting the child from the frightening smog.

The smog grows thick and dark,
Where many cars make it darker.
The city hardly has any water bodies,
Where most of them, are already polluted.

Sometimes the earth trembles,
Waking up those who are asleep.
Sometimes buildings fall,
And children scream,
While others bring the city back alive.

The city has many wonders,
Where some are to learn,
While others are to smile.
There are a few to make you laugh,
While there are others that make you sick.

But yet this is one city,
And there are many more,
And only this one is unique.
But we cannot say it is the same,
But we can say it is a home for many and me.