How many of you have heard this statement? You can go to far-off lands, away from the city you had grown up in and yet you cannot take that city from you. It will traverse mountains and seas and be part of you. You cannot see it. No, it is invisible and intangible. ofcourse! It is not something you can pack and tuck in your trunk with your clothes. It is not something that will move around with other trunks in the baggage carousel. You cannot feel it coming to you, with you, as a company in your trails, but it is there, nicely ingrained in your soul. With an aim to give you a little brief, I will move on to our first poem in our poetic saga series ‘The city’ by one of the most acclaimed and revered poet. The poet being ‘C. P. Cavafy’. The City is one of the established works of Cavafy. The 16 lines in this poem can be split into two parts. The first stanza houses the thought of the speaker in his own words and the second stanza houses the thought of the poet. In first eight lines,