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La Ville Lumière

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Night view Eiffel Tower

Seldom had I known, I will be lost in this city,

‘La Ville Lumière’, as they call in pride

‘City of lights’, as I know now, why so called;

Lost in the charm and elegance of Paris city.

 

Met the legacy of King Louis XIV and Napolean

Visible in their crowns, their thrones and courts.

Even the street lights, had heads up in pride,

Had stories dated back to hundreds of years ?

 

The churches and bridges, The Louvre

The Notre Dame, The Arc of Triumph

Never ending lays the history there

Never ending stories of ages they share.

 

 La Siene, the river, pumping in and out

Through the heart of Paris, just as it

Flows, it tells the story starting from 

The celtic tribe, the story of Parisii.

 

How history sleeps in pride and snores high

Hear it from the stunning grand palaces.

French revolution was boring in history text

But I feel like to go grab and read them now.

When I stand in the land of those revolts

While a protest just sprouted on the roads

In front of Louvrè, I was in no wonder now.

 

No plague, No wars could steal this pride

From this resilient city, No wonder,

Great poets and artists, authors and 

Philosophers,  were born in this land.

 

The chairs and tables, set on the pathway

To dine and wine, seemed talking to each other

About the differing fashion of Parisians around

Fashion is etched, even in any common man there.

 

But what enchanted me the most was,

The breath taking view of Paris at night.

All lighted up like a grand day eve.

And the lights that fell on river Seine. 

Made her more bright and beautiful.

 

‘La Dame de Fer’, the Iron Lady, 

 The Eiffel Tower, she looked like a bride 

Adorned in shimmering gold, hardly

I could take my sight from her 

She was seducing in the night.

 

I felt like to hug those around me,

I suddenly felt, I fell in love with it

In love with the moment and in love 

With whom I was holding my hand .

 

Just be there at night, and get lost;

Lost in love. If not with anyone,

You might even fall in love with yourself

Now I know why they call it as,

‘Ville de l’amour’,  ‘The city of love’.

 

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Previously presented  as part of a Poetry slam conducted by ‘Beyond the Box’ .

Chosen as the Winner of A Rhythmic Affair: Season 2 by ‘Beyond the Box’. Being selected out of 74 entries initially submitted for the event.

 

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