A New Perspective

A New Perspective short poem

I walk through crowded streets trying to find a face

I pass by cold stares in search of a warm embrace

I get nothing in return… No smile, no stare

I walk with emptiness, uncoloured, unaware.

Its noisy, I know, but I cant hear it now

I am a part of this life, I know somehow

It gets erratic waking up to this everyday

I still smile and to work I make my way.

Traffic snarls, smoke and high humidity

That’s how I now define, my Mumbai city

Population on the rise, slums growing bigger

I cannot even see the sea, the smokes getting thicker.

There may not be anything but I cannot complain

After all this crowded city has helped me make my name

It has also given shelter to those who came in late

Even the ones who make money here and still curse their fate.

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Mahrukh Ali

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I wrote my first poem when I was 11. Ever since, playing with words and juggling with rhymes almost became second nature. Tried writing various forms but rhymes always came easy to me. Wrote everywhere I could...on class notes, in my head, in my diary. Pursued my dream, studied poetry in college (M.A. Lit) and created a career out of my creative pen. Today, I'm a creative writer by profession, but not for long. Someday I hope to publish my own book of poems! Someday...
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The city that makes you is what you make your home; all of us who love the city where we learnt to walk and then fly will relate to this poem of yours @Mahrukh. Nice!

Veerendra Shivhare
Veerendra Shivhare

Very well written.

Ayush Nath Gupta
Ayush Nath Gupta

An Inconvenient truth!
Short but yet so detailed.
Hope the city as well as the country learns from this!

Jayshree Murali

the rhyme so effortless just like the way one breathes… could related to it absolutely !


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