With pressure cooker whistles-
Morning hustles,
With gush of rain water;
And rush for train,
With time 8.30;
Running even at age of 30.
We live our lives-
With pretty wives,
With some pains;
And some gains,
But, with all this rush-
I have no grudge,
As what is real;
I learnt it here.
A city that is always at sight-
And full of lights:
And the one which is always pretty;
Is BOMBAY CITY!
its a city on the run and full of fun... has its share of crushes and of course the heart burn the aroma of vada pav along the way bomaby tests your nerves everyday a walk on the drive or rush of train you gotta chose out of pain or gain... lovely words anju... are u a bombayite
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I would like to translate this poem
It should'nt be hard, to find a true friend, If you really want to, Just open your heart and watch- Love rushes in through..city which is always on move andneverfaces dark... beautifuland millions of heart live here....lovely city to be enjoyedall the time....10