Every monsoon you flood over
And the traffic is bad around the year
Public transport as half baked as ever
But I will still remember you forever

You are my birthplace after all
You gave me the people I care about
And places I could go around
Calling my own

The food you have is the best
Even if the shopping district is a test
Of perseverance and courage
The crowd still feels oddly specific of you

It’s unique– the equations and stories
Your poems and songs are stunning as well
History resides in half your buildings
And harmony and brotherhood in your lanes.

Lucknow– my home, my city
Maybe I won’t be there anymore
But you will always be special to me
You will always be my home.