First love , those long waits,
This city has got its own trait,
Never the people gets tired
In fraction of second, large dreadful bombs get fired
Dance bars and night life
Twinkling cars and bravery thrive
locals so crowded, never on time
Still, Spirits of people always shine
Roads see saw in monsoon
Paupers become rich so soon
Smoky and foggy in the morning, busy streets with magic spells around
Click the scene and frame it, picture so perfect and sound
Come to Mumbai dear
Shed no tears, please cheer
Wow....a beautiful ode to something I love the most. Mumbai Rains :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Me......Bombay rains, Bombay girls..isnt it....both have its own beauty!!
Deletewow..careful use of words and ideas..
ReplyDeleteThanks tom...it means a lot to me...
DeleteLovely and lively.
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