The bus crawled into New York City
Flutter of joy rushed into me;
Never ever before, I've ever come here.
But why is it then so familiar?
Crowd, congestion, cosmopolitan, rhythm-
The tide and ebb of rush lean
Though miles of distances lay between two urban;
City of Joy and popular
New York In a jiffy I completely forgot.
The Time Square Magic -- two in one
A Sikh, yellow cab driver in turban, bright orange-
Gives a hand, carries my bag;
as I wait in queue; for my turn.
Strange; he be destined other than anyone;
Drives me further to city centre youth hostel.
New York by self,
in two thousand three, loneliness not felt.
The hustle, the bustle, busy bee purposeful-
Summer breeze rustle
filling smile in people.
Was I in the streets of a foreign land?
Or home; in pin code one?
Exceptional dream wearing new uniform!
Yes, I did feel at home; in far away city of Manhattan.
New York City,
World at your feet, being there was a great treat.