Life's tough here they say
every minute counts they say
You don't stop walking, to look at a shop
there's a sea of people pushing from the top
Here, curses of all kinds are heard
expressing the collective pain suffered
You need to let your pain show
otherwise how would she know?
the high-heeled girl with a bow,
who just stamped on your toe
Bound to be hit at least once a day
elbowed, stamped on or pushed away
you scream, curse and let everyone know
that you are one of them now; and this pain- you know.
You stand out, by sticking in
You live on, by giving in
Where crowds float
and the trains gloat
Isn't it a hit
this Mumbai spirit?
4 comments:
Keep speaking our collective minds!
:)...
i like it most of it - the way it i said...
as for the thought...hmmm.. getting there to see it first hand!!!
forewarned forearmed?? :)
love you!
'You live on, by giving in'
You've got Bombay in six words.
@ Jedi -
So should you..lazy fuck
@ V -
'I like most of it'-
Thanks.
The thought is a reality and it shall hit you as soon as you land here
@ Swati -
Maybe that's why we are all trying to run away from here, before we give in completely :)
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