TO LIVE IN THAT BOMBAY

To live in Bombay was so much fun, wonderful  memories of those days have I .

To see it in this state shabby, with poverty around makes me  cry !

Today there are only people n slums plenty; sores to a beauty loving eye.

Interested in humans are few; people wish to only trade, things sell n buy.

This wasn't what my Bombay used to be; to the place, I would love to fly

It holds memories so many, of childhood; those I wish to hold, till the very day I die

My home, filled with the love of my parents, on  whose laps, even today, I would love to lie

Memories of my favourite aunts, uncles, cousins, friends with vibrations warm; make me cry!

Wish people clear would a slum colony n a lake build; then my Bombay wouldn't be so  dry.

Its greenery destroying are its own keepers,  ***** it is without sweepers; I sigh !

Wake up Mumbaikars, my Bombayites; make it clean, green n serene, to you, plead I.

Armin Dutia Motashaw