Poem By Gajanan Mishra

Bangalore, the city of joy
I have seen you with my little soul
And you know I how I touched you
Like the lily according to my
sweetwill in the moonlit night.

Bangalore, on this day of twentythird
February two thousand twelve
I submitted my security with you
That would enlightened the world
with honesty integrity.

Bangalore, take care of my little soul
And enable him to acquirred victory
That is as white as milk of the Kali
And Alok and Gyana touched my feet
And I am astonished till returned.

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