Pussy cat, Pussy cat,Where have you been?
Oh! Where did the Pussy cat go? .
To London to see the queen,
Well,what does this show?
Everyone wants to see London,
As once it ruled the world,
Now its supremacy is undone,.
When its colonisation spree got curled.
Its history goes back to the millennium
Founded by the Romans as Londinium,
Traced its roots to celtic medium,
Research enforces a period beyond compendium.
Hailed as the largest global city,
Home to the headquarters of 100 of major financial companies,
Housing Cambridge,Oxford and other great universities
Inhabited by all races who live in cohabited ease.
Monarchy still commands respect,
Queen and Prince still exist,
Palaces and churches are attractive prospects,
Their grandeur is hard to resist.
William Shakespeare lies in Stratford-on-Avon,
A mortal whose fecundity was his originality,
Who discerned lively portrayals of the royal and common,
Decking them with wordy jewels inciting an inebriety.
William Wordsworth called nature his guide,
While Scott in his novels unravelled history,
Tennyson’s lyrics exalted in romantic pride,
Russell was an authority in analytic philosophy.
Sun never sets in the British Empire ,nearly a century ago,
Trading with countries in the east ,slowly became ruling,
Spices gradually turned to proprietary impregnated with ego.
Traders assumed the role of governors at perfect timings.
London swells in pride and wealth over the centuries,
Treasures from the Indian sub continent enriched the bourses,
Regaling in its prosperity the city became a reverie.
Pushing back all the other competent forces.
It is everyman’s wish to see the city,
As it holds an exclusive attraction,
Both historically and commercially appears pretty,
Proposing an expensive and lively distraction .
Meenas Poems 