The lights are dimming, but enough beaming.
Sounds are fading, but enough the mild hearing.
Roads are empty with a few touches of life.
There is a little rain and a soothing vibe.
Sky is looking black with the snow white clouds.
Moon is taunting the stars with her smile full of doubts.
Trees far far away are dancing with the cool breeze.
Standing on the of the hill gives a mind-freeze.
Blocking other thoughts it gives a safe passage.
The moment to remember it gives a beautiful message.
Inner-self finds a way to escape from the worries.
It carries them away boarding on the highway lorries.
The air whistles a song of solitary in the ear.
The eyes close themselves to feel the music so rare.
With every breath, the tale of the city is being told.
From this top of the hill, the city looks so bold.
Story of the city will remain story stamped in the minds.
From the top of the hill, the city has no blinds.
The city looks so charming from the top.
The city is loveable from every drop.
The city from the top of the hill is the city of every dream.
It flourishes every time with the love stream.