The Echo Of Questions

A city has been calling me, How does he knows my name ? Have I crossed it roads earlier ? Let me recall it again. Yes, I have crossed its roads earlier, It is a city of pain. Is this the noise of my past ? Yes, Which has an endless suffering stains. I walked on the streets, So many things has been changed. After seeing myself over there, Why I started smiling again ? I wondered how much childish I was, Do I need to explain ? In the urge of making memories, I have given myself hopes and pain. I owe you dear city, For some melodious stains. Have I achieved anything in your place ? Yes, The limits of which are uncertain. Are the streets are still beautiful ? Yes, The flowers are blooming like they bloom in the first rain. I walked on the streets, Saw my footprints over the lane. Once again who is calling me ? O It's the same city again. Hello City I Remember you, Once more I'm happy to be in your terrain.