MY MUMBAI
This poem is dedicated to the city of dreams and the mighty Mumbaikar who live beyond their dreams..
Early morning there the sun rays fall,
On her back,on the towers tall,
There they begin a new hectic day,
Reaching office jogging all the way!
Where first there were plenty of animals everywhere,
Entering the national park for any human a dare.
But now not a single seem around,
She has lost,
The lions roaring sound!
Crore!s of people leaning on her back,
Happiness or money either they lack,
Where some share their eureka cheers,
While some others shed their agony tears
But she gulp's it all,
She's my Mumbai!
At the time of dormant dusk,
Some NGO'S try their budding busk,
Where the same Mumbaikars in hanging trains
Try to fetch a tired bench;
Reaching home irritated and fully drenched!
Where nanny's are paid to do mothers duty,
And where the mother is involved in her job and beauty,
Where computers and video games play the fathers part,
This is today's lifestyle,
It's today's art!
Yet she tries to withstand it all
She's my Mumbai!
Traffic jam and Queen's necklace bright,
Quenching thirst and women fight,
She's huge hearted and has lots to give,
Where people everyday pick up a new dream
And start to live!
Yes!
She's my lovely lively Mumbai!!
This poem is dedicated to the city of dreams and the mighty Mumbaikar who live beyond their dreams..
Early morning there the sun rays fall,
On her back,on the towers tall,
There they begin a new hectic day,
Reaching office jogging all the way!
Where first there were plenty of animals everywhere,
Entering the national park for any human a dare.
But now not a single seem around,
She has lost,
The lions roaring sound!
Crore!s of people leaning on her back,
Happiness or money either they lack,
Where some share their eureka cheers,
While some others shed their agony tears
But she gulp's it all,
She's my Mumbai!
At the time of dormant dusk,
Some NGO'S try their budding busk,
Where the same Mumbaikars in hanging trains
Try to fetch a tired bench;
Reaching home irritated and fully drenched!
Where nanny's are paid to do mothers duty,
And where the mother is involved in her job and beauty,
Where computers and video games play the fathers part,
This is today's lifestyle,
It's today's art!
Yet she tries to withstand it all
She's my Mumbai!
Traffic jam and Queen's necklace bright,
Quenching thirst and women fight,
She's huge hearted and has lots to give,
Where people everyday pick up a new dream
And start to live!
Yes!
She's my lovely lively Mumbai!!
