Branched from the Mighty Krishna
She flowed in to the city of nizams
rushing through the authentic walled banks
she let the city flourish
remembered in history are her angry moments
the times she broke her borders
but Mostly calm and quiet,
she mused her serpentine way
She, the Mother of the twins.
her sons standing on both sides
basking in the historic glory
Hyderabad, the elder and Secundrabad the younger one
But, with the timeless time
her sons turned careless
blinded in the new found fame
the mother is forgotten
Her glorious past, Lost
in the sediments of time
like a stinky stream of dirt
she crawls her way to extinction
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