it isn't a poem indeed
however, i just want to join cuz i was deep impressed by your beautiful ones here
thanks for reading
I was born in Hanoi,
Where my father met my mother
Where there is my grandparent’s house
The house they kept with sweat and tears
They kept it in war and in peace
I’ve grown up in Hanoi,
Where my father used to take me to school by his old bicycle
And he always sang songs about Hanoi
The songs were full of wind
All the street looked at us
We were not on a bicycle, I thought
We were on a ship
And I was a captain
I’m living in Hanoi,
Where each street and each road has its own stories
They are never told
If you want to know,
You should feel yourself
You may find them in a tree, a brick or even a smell
And they are not the same to everyone
They are gifts for each
I love my Hanoi
I love shapes of giant trees
And sounds from food vendors
I love the taste of baked sweet potatoes
And the steam from a cup of tea after meal
I love riding bicycle along streets
And walking around Hoan Kiem Lake
I love differences in people’s voices and gaits
And similarities in their smiles
I love the animation of festivals
And the tranquility in ancient pagodas
I’m from Hanoi
From my mother’s floral plants
From my father’s lullabies
From my grandmother's fairy tales
From my grandfather's lessons
I'm hopes and dreams of my generation
I’m from Hanoi... 
