For the Leg of the World.
I so wanted to visit Venice,
And sail away sitting in a Gondola;
With my soul's aesthetic soliloquy
And my gaze stuck at the flowering vines of Bougainvillea .
With my mind weaving a thousand stories,
And soul across boundaries.
A day will come when we'll tread the streets again
Once the apocalypse subsides.
With a sigh of relief on wrinkled faces
And the triumph of victory.
The Cafes shall be gurgling with folks
Buzzing and chatting on a happy note.
Shall not many efforts go in vain,
The City be lively again!