You miss when you lose,
You long to be back for 100 reasons,
Or for none
It's not just the people,
But also the traffic and coffee.
From city that never sleeps,
To city of virtues.
Hailing from God's own country,
To migrating to city of Nawabs
I have tried it all.
It's not the hospitality I miss,
But an aura that Bengaluru brings.
My dreams, and saddness,
My hopes, and madness,
My friends and best among them,
My secrets and lies,
All kept binded there.
I miss,
As I long to come back.
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