In midnight streets of a city of yore,
Lies the city, the city of more,
Guarding the streets, the boys and girls,
The Dogs of Bangalore.
Every street, every lane,
Every shattered pane,
Every shop they saw,
Every land in paw.
As night would fall,
They would roam,
The Dogs of Bangalore.
Begone ye beasts,
These are their streets,
Their king, the beggar,
The man of none.
Stalking the streets,
As they prowl and greet,
The Dogs of Bangalore.
And as you lay,
Alone and fey,
Your solitude fake,
Followed through the maze.
And as you lay,
Alone and fey,
They watch u there,
The Dogs of Bangalore.
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Often confusing
PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
