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My City –Madurai


A old and very simple city.


Born in an  ancient city

makes me tall and gritty

know not how long it is there

its loveliness is beyond share

old it is on all sides

roads narrow and not wide

houses  are  very close

well laid and  in rows

people are simple and friendly

very traditional not trendy

called as a big village

as it does not cause a  mad rage

has all the facilities in  abundance

it holds a lot of references

a city of great  fame

a  place with many names

the ancient city of mine is Madurai

an old Meenakshicity of temples

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By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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