A Poem on Chandigarh - my hometown

A boat paddlewheeling down the Sukhna Lake in the fog with
an aroma of fresh air & pleasing succession of musical tones,
beautiful and ornamental waste,
café lounges,
majestic buildings holding history and mystery,
walking through the fragrance gardens,
amidst roses and chrysanthemums,
the spice of paranthas,
mustard leaf & corn chapatis with a splash of Butter,
the silver coin sprinkles of an afternoon storm,
hot swinging beats from Rodrigues,
a cool Blues groove,
the pulse and stamp of Ozone,
the joy of everyday life.
Chandigarh is like nowhere else on earth.