Gently then, walk through my city.

Be sure then,
When you have your time machine
To go to that college
Where three men will show you
The world.
And then when they have
Filled your heart
With all the poetry of the world
Walk slowly to the old Max Mueller Bhavan
And climb up the narrow staircase
To where in the little cafe
You can eat carrot cake
And drink hot lemon tea
And talk about how your views
Have just undergone
A sea change.

And when it rains in this little city,
You can drive your little car
To that garage that they have converted
Into an orange coffee shop
That sells hot and cold coffees at heartbreaking prices
That are worth it because no where else
Does the rain look the way it does
From this orange coffee shop.
Walk under the dripping leaves
To the hazy purple noisy pub
Where you can nurse your vodka
Into the night and watch the hectic hormones
The love play
The restless hearts that bob
In cocktail glasses, garnished with cherries.

But softly, mind you, tread gently
Hold carefully all that you hold
Lest it spill over
Lest it crash
Into the whimsy of this city.
Lest you love it too much to leave it
Lest your memories afterwards
Never ever let go.