Build a new city,
With bricks of patience and trust,
Not of broken promises,
Neither ditches nor lust.

There will be a lake,
Reflecting beautiful insights,
Loneliness is drowning,
I’m breathing hopes and lights.

Sidewalks would be purple,
With hope of good times,
Streetlights would be orange,
With ringing – hanged chimes.

Build a vibrant garden here,
I’ll plant Carnations of belief,
Embracing them with reunions,
Let placid flowers – vanish our grief.

I will create a rigid fence,
Around it – built of loyalty,
None would enter in,
Neither feud nor enmity.

The breeze of love that blows,
Would be – tranquil and swift,
Plunged in the spell of life,
This city would be a precious gift.