It is the world that makes me me

- KA Santoshi

There is a city inside my mind,

Not on any map you will find,

Its towers rise with thoughts so high,

And touch the dusk of my own sky.

Some streets are lit, some streets are dark,

Some memories leave a lasting spark,

There are busy roads of endless worry,

And quiet lanes that take no hurry.

Sometimes it glows like lights at night,

With dreams that make the whole world bright,

Sometimes it is silent, calm and deep,

Where tired hopes go off to sleep.

No one else can live in there,

It's my chaos, it's my care,

It's my rush, it's my rhyme,

A city built with soul and time.

And I am the keeper of its keys,

Its storms, its calm, its gentle breeze,

For the city inside my mind is free,

It is the world that makes me, me.

(KA Santoshi, 9th std GMGHSS, Komarapalayam, Namakkal district)

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