The Hyderabadi
Times
Living under Hyderabadi skies
Smoke rises, autos fly
Yellow and black take me far
To yogic traditions and the cinema
The city ‘a jungle’ the new arrival swoons
A rollercoaster ride dancing to Tollywood tunes
Day by day a little deeper we go
Limitations, conversations and initiations flow.
Crossing roads a challenge, horns blare
People selling wallets or plastic combs for hair
We can always eat pizza when rice isn’t enough
Especially when the rollercoaster is a little rough
Hot chocolates soothe, Chocochinos smooth
Visions of the future, emails of the past
As we walk along the road hot air blasts
Traffic policemen politely ask us to drink
Responsibility and acceptance force us to think
Fear dissolves after tears secretly form
Transformation takes place, rigidity torn
Eight days in a city an education takes place
We start to adapt to whatever we face
Leaving the city, an ancient town
And the lake that holds Buddha’s crown
Overlooked by a temple, dressed in white
A bride in all her purity reaching great heights.
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