As I smell your flavours..
I think of a Persian’s endeavours
He made Golconda his fort
And your glorious destiny he wrote
And I taste your spices
By the river, a city rises
A beautiful charminar
and it's colourful bazar
Then the raitha cools it down
Qutub Shahs, as they were known
Sultans of sword and splendor
Lie in tombs of muted grandeur
A dash of mirchi ka salon
But the siege went on and on
Aurangazeb coveted you
Like a prize long overdue
I savour your morsels and meat
The palaces are indeed a treat
Your Glory under the Nizams
Riches without qualms
After Pathar ka Gosht
Came Baingan ka..british
Qubbani ka meetha
What a treat ah !
Telugu Marathi Arabi and Turki
Like Swirling flavors in your Biriyani
People pearls diamonds and art
You're the city of my stomach
….and heart !
PK
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