Destined travel or a stimulation,

But it was a sweet adulation…

It was on my mind, and I did go to see,

The place turned exotic, and that I agree,

My travel in no sense was a blague,

What I watched wasn’t even vague,

When I tred the streets of Prague!

 

       The streets weren’t the ordinary…

       A perfect design of masonary…

       Houses, buildings and monuments,

       A spectacular view the city presents…

       A gesture that leaves one spell cast,

       I’d walked these pavements in my past,

       Everything so serene yet contrast.

 

Charles Bridge didn’t offer me the vantage,

It unfortunately slipped from the page.

City otherwise had its own charm,

During the Christmas it did look warm.

Franz Kafka however stole the show,

It was the harbinger of an energetic flow,

And the only happening thing that raised my brow.

 

       I enjoyed my time sipping coffee & meeting folks,

       Vivid cultures, thoughtful minds and ofcourse no jokes…

       History being my subject of interest,

       I enjoyed my time in Prague, the best.

       The winter did offer a magical feel,

       The historic place secretly conceal,

       Rendezvous one more time - a future deal.