A canal runs, furious at times in the rain
It dries up partially, in summers
And flows gently at winters
I have watched pond herons
Fishing in the slightly wide canal
And passers by would stand and stare
Pause a moment on the bridge to rest a while
It rises from the foothills of a nature reserve
Where once tigers and leopards thrived
The deer ran free, the monkey made ruckus
And those beautiful moths felt right at home
Oh! Thane you have changed so much
In these sixteen years that I have watched you
You have become the very madness I ran from
But like always I keep coming back to you
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