on both sides the
Arabian bay
for me it was, it’ll
always be,
a city of dreams, my Bombay
on transfer, a penal
posting!
it was a blessing in
disguise,
I hardly could ever
imagine
a Metro with magnetic
effect
for whatever reason u
arrive,
Arms out stretched for
a hug,
warm reception to one
and all
a city for people of
any status,
have-nots, affluent seem
equal
learnt to struggle, got
exposure
turned brave, utterly self reliant,
workaholic and fervent
worker
has a rhythm, so synchronous
ever lively with
regular beats,
entirely different, with
a pulse
may be anyone, of any
identity
whatever might be the
motive,
slowly falls in
love with d’ city
3 Rly routes to frequently
travel
with authority of my
metal pass,
in Western, Central and
Harbour
in no time it was a
city of my own
learnt to deal with d’ change
in life,
adaptation beyond d’ comfort
zone
taught me lot, I was
failed & flail
trod a path, dark and fully
arduous,
to see light someday in
life’s tunnel
a fear resided in
corner of d’ mind
no resentment, no bit
of grumbling,
ought to be an uninterrupted run
I tried to bypass all d’ obstacles,
had to reach its final destination
I had to move till
concluding line
Life is not just
d’ story of a fall,
but to fall and rise,
but to fall and rise,
I felt uprooted, my
heart got torn
However active, advanced
may be
upsets too much, for untold reason
with flickering hopes
no one can behave smart
my Bombay days too
precious,
a hidden treasure,
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