Bengaluru

Nang luck illa, adikke nan ista pattidhella doora hoguthe anta naan andhkondidhe, but actually nang aagalna itkolo yogyathe illa, ivathu nan watch. Nan past ge, naan pattiro Yella kastakke, sukhakke, dukhhake, yelladakku sakshiyaagidha watch hoythu, hoythu annodakkina naan murdh hogo haage maaditte andhre thappu agalla.

Nan hachkolodhe materialistic things na.
Manushyaru nannogina manaviyathe na kondu haakidhare. Karune ge uddhatathanadha hesru kottru.
Snehakke muthaluthanada hesru banthu, indu nanna watch kuda hoythu, nangeno Gothilla hogskonde antha helalare, maybe bere vishyadalli helthini yeno, iga nan kaili agalla. Nan watch nanna kanniranna, nanna dukhavanna, nanagadha mosavanna, naanu naanadha pariyanna kandiruve kone vasthu. Indu adu kooda nannondigilla...

Bengaluru, ninna preetisuva prathi prayatnadalliyu na sothiruve.
Ninna sampurnavaagi bittu hoguva ghaligegaaagi na kaadhiruve.
Kattupaadugala miri illivaregu na belediruve
Aadaru adeko, badukina ee putadalli na satthiruve.

Nee ee balalli bedadha irulagi bandhe.
Ninondige naa endu kanadha katthaleya thande.
Nee thanda sola kadugatthaleya rabasakke
Naa munnuggadhe alliye nindhe.

Nannodala maathugala naa yara baliyu helare,
Putagalali acchagi, Kalakramena koliyalu bidalare.
Nanna hokkuthiruva ee bhavasuruliya na thadeyalare.
Innu ninindha mukthiya horathagi, innenannu na koralaare.

Manadha kuhaka, mathagi bandhaga naalige horadadhagidhe.
Heliyu prayojanavillembudhu yenagu arivaagidhe.
Heluva managalige keluva kivigalilladha ee ooru yenage saakagidhe.
Bayasiyu hogalare, Bengalurina anivarya sangathyavenage mugiyadhagidhe.

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