Never forget where you belong,
For it taught you the right and the wrong.
Let the strings of your past hold you,
So when you scatter, to fold you.
A tree never grew without its roots,
Without water, who could bear fruits?
Know your musics and your dances,
Owe to the people who let you take chances.
Imbibe the air and the culture,
Hail the foods that make you nurture.
Walk through the streets and drive up the hills,
Watch the city and the life it fills.
And when you'll smell the petrichor of the loam,
You'll realize there's no better place than home.
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