Bombay City

Bombay City ode

A dowry for a princess
was a city called BOMBAY
with green fields, open spaces
lakes and seas,
tramcars that were a child’s delight
horse-carts drawn by liveried men
the streets were clean, wide and green
with cobbled footpaths
dotting the streets.

It once was a dream city
for many a men, women and kin
thousands flocked to try
their luck
at plucking stars from this city of dreams
many stars were born
and many were soon forgotten
and those that remained
only dot our TV screen
for the stars in the sky are no longer seen
as they are covered with dirt and grime.

Several years down
BOMBAY no longer resembles
the dream city it once used to be
along with the change in countenance
there came a change in its name
and now we call it MUMBAI
And Mumbai no longer is anyone’s dream city
for all have used it and abused it
and raped it and left it
mutilated and torn to shreds
wherein lies the dreams of
many a Mumbaites

Weep my fellow citizens
for this once beautiful city of dreams
enveloped you and me in its arms
Today you can, and I can, give it back its glory
care for it, nurture it
make it once again your dream city
you and I need MUMBAI, to be as it used to be.

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