Poem on Enigmatic Europe..

The following poem is based on my impressions of the European cities I visited:

Wandering down those eerie streets on a chilly night,  

Hunting for a shelter cozy and tight.

Seems like an elusive seductress exuding ghostly aura,

As I gasp in awe, at the splendour of Praha.

City by the sea under sun,

Of gondolas, canals, frolic and fun.

Feels so warm and nice,

In this timeless city of Venice.

Iconic city of German engineering,

Running seamlessly like a fine tuned machine.

Crown of Bavaria with BMW its jewel,

Where time is god and punctuality practised as religion,

So perfect, clean and green, that am in love with Muenchen.

Air heavy with smoke of dope,

Harbour bellowing with ship horns,

Red light district oozing in exuberance with booze flowing on its streets.

Beguiling and teasing,

Bicycling paradise and fun Mecca.

So tolerant, cosmopolitan and liberal,

That night ambience feels surreal while biking in Amsterdam.

Picturesque city by the lake,

With fancy cars plying its streets and splendid mansions dotting skyline,

Sitting on piles of riches and so expensive that I deride,

Thank God, it doesn’t cost to breathe in Zurich!

Epitome of Roman wealth and might,

With the colloseum as its icon of indulgence,                

That had taken away its upright prudence.

History drips in the city of Rome.

Paradise of music and museums,

An art lover’s manna,

This is enchanting Vienna.

So ancient and captivating,

Its Pizzas delicious, mouth watering,

And glancing at it from top of the fuming Mount Vesuvius is enthralling.

With the ruins of Pompeii beside,

For Naples my heart starts praying,

To save it from the Mount’s furor and might.

Has gotten better by getting rid of its dreary past relating to Hitler,

Democracy all pervasive with people so helping and friendly,

That one wonders this was once world war epicenter.

Change is what Berlin means.

Split into two by the mighty River Danube

Emerged out of communist past and thriving in modern present.

Landscape that is mesmerizing and riveting,

A city so welcoming and caring,

That it feels like home in Budapest.

Sparkling metropolis teeming with life,

Pride of France and cradle of renaissance.

Victim of its own success, fast losing its sheen,

With illegal immigration on the rise.

Eiffel tower  standing tall and watching it all in stoic silence,

While Gustavo Eiffel is shedding tear and turning in his grave.

As I roam around in Paris…