The city of Lahore is never a bore
My camera and spirit adamantly beckon for more
Green sunrises are in bloom as the smell of pollution shifts and looms
However, my soul cannot be full of gloom
The streets are in a hustle, and crossing the street is a death defying shuffle
With fresh visas is hand, Northern India calls me like an opening band
Pakistan I will miss and is definitely worthy of a goodnight kiss
My last night in Pakistan, Pandemic The Magic Bicycle awaits and the bags are packed
For in the morning, I will be pedaling to India with the 40 (104) degree temperature hovering upon my perspiring back!