In love with the rhymes and rhythms of Chandigarh
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Right from my birth I started living close to the lake in this city,
From untouched beauty to the concrete I have seen it all, what a pity.
As a child, I would take a short walk to watch the sun rise behind the Kasauli hill,
It’s golden rays reflecting and shimmering, playing on the waters still.
The paved streets lined with many a resplendent tree,
Where I would cycle my way home from school zigzag and quite care-free.
Often with friends, slipping out of classes quietly,
We’d go trekking through the hills in Kansal — all the way to Nepli.
The city has grown from thousands to millions, from green to grey,
If only it could save its heritage and its beauty, that I often pray.
In the evening of my life — if you ask me why I wouldn’t live anywhere else?
Watching the golden sun setting in the horizon and hearing the temple’s bells….
I would say with beholden breath —
‘Cause I love my city to ‘death’.
Arvind Mehan, Chandigarh
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