You can drive on spacious roads, but get stuck in traffic
When the roads are empty at night, you have nowhere to go
You mint money like there’s no end and milk the IT cash cow
But have no one around for 100 miles, whom you truly know
You can taste the world’s cuisines on your plate,
But that taste of home-made food you have to learn to forgo
Though the booze is cheap and flows ever so freely
But the friends are always busy and you miss them dearly
But such is life; you have to make amends,
If you are fortunate like me, it’s here; you’d find
the dearest friends
