City of golden lights
City of many prophets
City of all faiths
City of peace and harmony
Map of the universe
You can uproot its olive trees
But you can’t uproot its identity
Patrimony is sacred word written on dry leaves
It easily crumbles when raped
A vibrant garland in our hearts
Scented minarets under cloudless skies
Our self portraits are tinged on sad postcards
What shall we do with the intoxicated souls
That lie beneath the light of the pale moon
A sacred city is been raped by the ghouls