Yeh hai Mumbai

A City where everything is possible, especially the impossible.

Where lovers first love and then marry, Where there is place for every Tom, Dick and Harry
Where telephone bills make a person ill, Where a person cannot sleep without a pill.

Where carbon-dioxide is more than oxygen, Where the road is considered to be a dustbin,
Where college canteens are full and classes empty, Where Adam teasing is also making an entry,

Where a cycle reaches faster than a car, Where everyone thinks himself to be a star,
Where sky scrapers overlook the slum, Where houses collapse as the monsoon comes,

Where people first act and then think, Where there is more water in the pen than ink,
Where the roads see-saw in monsoon, Where the beggars become rich soon,

Where the roads are levelled when the minister arrives,
Where college admission means hard cash, Where cement is frequently mixed with ash.

This is Mumbai my dear, but don’t fear, just cheer, come to Mumbai every year!

Posted in Poems. 3 Comments »

3 Responses to “Yeh hai Mumbai”

  1. shimona Says:

    fabulous!!!!exact poem for Mumbai.

  2. Shivansh Says:

    geeat yaar!!!!!!!
    i am so impressed.
    really amazing and the fabolous one
    thannk for that

  3. sooraj Says:

    great and true poem

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