white columns, sky reaching towers
hiding narrow lanes lined with flowers
thronged streets both path and seat
throbbing with a tourist beat
there in lies a worldly past
a present moment that will not last
and a future promising many dreams
though all may not be what it seems
behind the scenes a hurried lot
working on problems others forgot
to harried to stop for a meal
to them this city has a different feel
white columns, sky reaching towers
proudly proclaimed "ours"
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