It was no more my debut, thank god!
This was an eerie one
The cold winter had wonderfully done its job
Frozen the whole town with a sheet of ice
The first remark was this town is ‘tot’
This was much pronounced on a Sunday noon
The nearby church spelled a ghastly tune
The Rhine flowed along the corner of this town
The waters were still, the people calm
A tiny rivulet was the Queisch,
That added more spice to this town’s life
But this was of course not the end
After two weeks of utter silence
The snow melted,The flowers blossomed,
People mushroomed on the streets in cafes and gelateries
The town was now growing onto us
And we were close to being ‘daheim’
Now a Sunday noon seemed better with elvis playing at the hostel
The church bells switched to the chimes, one could tell
The sunnier days were met with tastier buds
As indians and arabs alike cooked food and sung hindi songs alike
this was a learning of a different sort,
to live in a town with a few folks as well
an experience to translate and retell
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