Poem on mumbai

Mumbai is rich, Mumbai is poor.
Mumbai is fast, Mumbai is slower.
Little bit sweet, and little bit sour,
Sometimes it's hot but not too more'.
Mornings are energetic and evenings are electric.
Noons are lazy but Nights are crazy
And any one you ask he always say "M busy"
Dude, life in Mumbai'' Is not so easy
There is lot of Masti with little bit of Maska
Welcome to the city that can't live, without Bollywood Chaska
From cooker whistles to the traffic jam horns,
From steaming tea kettles to breaking nut-bettles
From telephone rings and doorbell brings.
There are people connecting through Blackberry pings
Where there's little time to spare for kids
People here spend their lives on bids
Here you actually pay your travel fare by meter
But milkman mixing water is not a cheater!
Sev puri and bhel puri are all Mumbai chaat
Relishing it with spicy chutney is no easy art
From popcorn to ice-cream, all sold on cart
Mumbai o Mumbai, you're always close to myheart
Where local trains usually run on time
And violently rushing for a seat is not a crime
Here 3 PM for lunch and 12 AM to dine
People face hardships, but still say "it's fine"
From Mt Mary in Bandra to Mumba Devi in Town
And ISKCON in Juhu to Haji Ali in Mumbai's Crown
Faith runs deep as the Arabian Sea
But people don't hesitate to pay early darshan fee.
Marathi, Punjabi, Gujarati and Bengali
Everyone together celebrate Id and Diwali
Holi is colorful and Christmas is cheerful
Spend some time here and your life will be unforgetful
Billionaires to beggars, all found in this city
Be careful dude, this place is a bit witty.
Overall this dreamworld is huge but pretty
Mumbai o Mumbai you're a wonderful city...

By - Hetal Rana (One of our Reader from Mumbai Share with us on Our Facebook Page)



About Auther
Auther : Tejas Rana
Post on : 14 September 2013
From : Udaipur, Rajasthan, India
   



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