The bus crawled into New York city
Flutter of joy rushed into me;
Never before I’ve ever come here
But why is it then so familiar?
Crowd, congestion, cosmopolitan rhythm;
The tide and ebb of rush lean Manhattan.
Though miles of distances lay between two urban;
City of Joy and popular New York
In a jiffy I completely forgot.
The Time Square magic two in one;
A Sikh, yellow-cab driver in turban, bright orange
give a hand carry my bag; as I wait in queue; for my turn.
Strange; he be destined other than anyone;
drive me further to city centre youth hostel.
The hustle bustle, busy bee purposeful;
Summer breeze rustle; filling smile in people.
Was I in the streets of a foreign land? Or in Cal; pin code one?
An exceptional dream wearing new uniform!
Yes, I did feel, at home. In far away city of Manhattan.
New York City, World at your feet; being there was a great treat.