Crowded buses, potholed streets
This is how my city’s is known
Realisation sinks when far from home
That in my Kol, u’re not alone
Wading through thru the monsooned lane
Perhaps that is some of the pain
You’d take to call this your nest
This city doesn’t put you to test
Deep warm hearts, with wallets cold
Smiling faces, be young or old
You’ll always find a lending hand
You’re made to feel, this is your land
Two buck coffee, one buck tea
Or Twenty for a taxi
Hop in the tram, ‘n hum a song
‘Cos this is where u belong
No classy trappings, no chain of malls
Tho not in plenty, it’s got it al
land this is where throughout the nite
the pubs are open, the crowd's just right
The first Oscar, the First Nobel
The first Metro, The first Cell
You’ve got your feet right on the ground
So you needn’t throw your weight around!
Every hometown’s got its own charm
I’m sure you’ve got your tales to tell …
Come home to Kol, cos here u’re asked
How have you been? Hope all is well?
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