Deep saffron hued-beauty appears suddenly in the sky.
As my eyes look at the Moon,
a gentle breeze envelops me.
Quiet. So quiet all around me.
A dim hum of the cars roaring in the city I see,
in front of me.
The dazzling lights are so far,
yet in my sight.
I see the quietness of the hills nearby and the mountains afar.
And the dazzling city lights in my sight.
No love for big cities anymore,
I love the smallness of a place.
The hills and the sea,
the quietness where I hear a kid cry,
or the cars roar from afar.
No love for Mumbai or London anymore.
Don't take me to Amsterdam anymore.
Give me the smallness of a place.
Belfast, you changed me!
