At the still water, pigeons en route,
To god knows where but they were so quick,
As a flash that my phone couldn't click,
Or capture anything near to their presence,
All I could capture was merely an essence,
Of how beautiful it all looked,
Barren of wind, completely unhooked,
Of tourists, bustle and commotion,
Yet it was equally devoted of historic emotions,
With several marble pavillions guarding its borders,
Commemorating royal families and their affairs in order,
Alas, the view will come to an end,
As I depart from this beauty against,
All odds in favors, all hearts won,
My one week long weekend,
Will soon come to an end,
I will have to re-enter the reality,
Of 9 to 5, never-ending day to day materiality,
I wish there was a vacancy away from mediocre chores,
To be a bird and stay here permanently afloat!
