On my way to London
the beautiful city of the world
it is almost done
as I am moving towards.
I am nostalgic
my dream lies before
it is euphoric
being a city of lore .
I set foot on its soil
great do I feel
my pride winds up in a coil
demure in the deal.
I see the Thames
flowing with a song
look at the London bridge
famed through a song.
The magnificence of the city
the Buckingham Palace
fascinates the eyes being gritty
massive structure in place.
The Hyde Park is a fantasy
with fountains in a sprinkle
the flowers blossom in an adequacy
the petals being soft without wrinkle.
I notice many a poet
marching up and down the lanes
some walk in a quiet
others come with lines that rain.
Art and literature flourish
the artistic literary inclinations thrive
could see in a brandish
the thoughts that spurt in fives.
Being a melting pot
home to many races and religions
London is a cynosure to all eyes in spot
would drive anyone into no nonsensical diligence.
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