Lahore — A City Of Dreams That Never Sleeps

Love is a signal that just gives away . . .

In Lahore’s embrace, I returned one day,
After years of absence, my heart led the way,
To a city of memories, once so sweet,
Now transformed, in a way hard to meet.

The streets we used to stroll hand in hand,
Now seemed like a maze, I couldn’t understand,
The rickshaws, cycles, whispers of the past,
Replaced by a world changing so fast.

The bazaars, where we shared stories and smiles,
Now glowed with neon lights, stretching for miles,
The culture, the norms, they’d all rearranged,
In a city of memories, forever estranged.

The scent of your favorite dish, once so fine,
Still lingered, but mingled with a new design,
Though we savored the food that once we’d shared,
I longed for the flavors, the love that we’d paired.

The hospitality that your people once knew,
Now wore a different face, a life to pursue,
In the quest for progress, a price they paid,
In the change of manners, in how they displayed.

The gardens and parks, where our love first grew,
Now teemed with people, the old dreams askew,
The charm of Lahore, it had not remained,
Yet in its transformation, our love still maintained.

But amidst the shifting, your heart still shone,
In the music, the moonlight, the love we’d known,
In the shock of the new, in the change and reform,
I found your love, my Lahore, still so warm.

So Lahore, my Lahore, in your new attire,
I cherished your spirit, your eternal fire,
For in the midst of change, your love was found,
A love that still lingers, in our hearts, profound.

In Lahore’s embrace, our love did survive,
A story unbroken, as long as we’re alive,
In a city transformed, our love remained,
A love eternal, a love unchained.