Good old Allahabad

 

In good old Allahabad

Prayagraj now

Where history breathes in every stone,

A city adorned with legacies, grand and well known.

Amidst the ancient whispers, Prime Ministers tread,

Actors, cricketers, politicians,

Their stories spread.

In Allahabad

Civil Lines, Chowk, Katra,

Bustling markets' sway,

Where echoes of commerce blend with prayers

In temples, mosques and churches each day.

Within these bustling streets,

A tapestry of cultures merge,

In Allahabad's embrace, diversity takes surge.

Oh, Allahabad!

Where amazing schools thrive in their might,

And the famed university- always a beacon of light.

From its hallowed halls, knowledge unfurls wide,

In the shadows of learning, dreams abide.

Amidst your myriad lanes,

And tree lined streets

Where churches stand tall,

Their spires piercing the heavens, a divine call.

Each brick, each stained glass window,

Whispers of grace,

In Allahabad's embrace,

Sanctity finds its place.

Nostalgia's gentle breeze,

A longing to roam,

Through the lanes, the alleys and roads

A city I once called home.

To witness the sunset by the Yamuna's flow,

In Allahabad's embrace,

Memories aglow.

So, to Allahabad, where history and dreams intertwine,

Where every corner holds tales,

both old and fine.

In the heart's quiet chamber, a yearning persists,

To revisit the city,

Where nostalgia exists.