Jan 2015
Pain,despair worry,
I see on faces as I stepped into a new city.
Children with hidden smiles,
Youth with lost dreams.
Disappearing into sea -like crowd.
Never did I know life was hard,
As I paused and looked around.
Lady dragging a cart,
Child begging on the street,
and then the sun set,
Leading way to a magical night!
Mumbai in its glory,
Where everyone lived on in merry,
Where old dreams were yesterday’s worry,
City of maximum mystery.
I was hopelessly in love with.
I strolled along in a dreamer’s path,
As the night passed by.
I see on faces as I stepped into a new city.
Children with hidden smiles,
Youth with lost dreams.
Disappearing into sea -like crowd.
Never did I know life was hard,
As I paused and looked around.
Lady dragging a cart,
Child begging on the street,
and then the sun set,
Leading way to a magical night!
Mumbai in its glory,
Where everyone lived on in merry,
Where old dreams were yesterday’s worry,
City of maximum mystery.
I was hopelessly in love with.
I strolled along in a dreamer’s path,
As the night passed by.
The first time I visited Mumbai,the city had a strange effect on me.I despised it from the moment I saw the slums and high rises side by side,outlining poor and the rich so accurately.To read about the rich-poor gap is something but to see it was something else.It did take me quite a while to get used to this horrifying difference.However the minute I figured out the enigmatic spirit of the people of Mumbai I fell in love with this beautiful city.Despite all its differences going forward day after day while the queen's necklace shines on and people from all walks of life takes a break to see the beautiful sun setting past the skyline.
(India)
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