A dawn of autumn, the cloud rests outside the balcony
A morning of Spring, the air fresh and cooling
A noon as in summer, prickly that trigger a migraine
An evening as chilly a winter, I cannot even take a bath
O Bengaluru, what kind of weather, is this that you are blessed with
The denizens bodies confused, we all are falling ill
O Bengaluru, O Garden City
Come to terms now O Dear, stick to one or other
Something that we can live with!
A morning of Spring, the air fresh and cooling
A noon as in summer, prickly that trigger a migraine
An evening as chilly a winter, I cannot even take a bath
O Bengaluru, what kind of weather, is this that you are blessed with
The denizens bodies confused, we all are falling ill
O Bengaluru, O Garden City
Come to terms now O Dear, stick to one or other
Something that we can live with!
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