Not my best friend

Dear Bangalore,

I don’t think I like you anymore

I hoped you would embrace me,

tightly in your arms,

but you suffocated me to the core.

Oh Bangalore! I don’t like you anymore.

I thought you’d let me breathe!

I hoped you would make me feel at home,

at my home,

but you left me alone at my door.

Oh Bangalore! I don’t like you anymore.

I thought you’d be by my side,

In my good times and bad,

but it was my bad

I didn’t know you kept scores,

Oh Bangalore! I don’t like you anymore.

(to which, Bangalore says -)

Dear Ameet,

I don’t think I like you anyway,

You came here as a guest,

and you left one fine day,

Oh Ameet! I don’t like you anyway!

You thought you’re special,

but there are millions like you,

who are here to stay,

Go away Ameet, I don’t like you anyway!

You felt I’d hug you and welcome you home,

Didn’t you know? You were living in an ashtray!

Hey Ameet! I don’t like you anyway!

No Gods can save us from going away,

It has to be this way,

If you wish, you can pray,

I maybe the one who betrays, but here’s the thing –

I don’t like you anyway!

Oh Ameet! While you’re leaving, please be okay!

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