Dalal Street Poem by DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK

In downtown Mumbai,
Standing a tall, majestic
Phiroze Jeejeebhoy Towers,
Where I gracefully shelter,
And my name echoing
In my country, in every sphere,
As a metonym for Nation’s
Money mart
And financial premier,
Play as a dream propeller,
People run me after,
Fill their heart with joy,
Sorrow and care,
Today gold, silver and shares luster,
People enjoy their fortune with stars,
Tomorrow with reverse,
I see them with tears,
Open field of prospects,
To both rich and poor,
But one gains and one loses,
Dulcet and intricate are my ways,
And often filled with woes,
Bring forth despair and hopes.
People with luck and patience,
Always gain and harvest rich crops.
I have always been labelled cold and cruel,
As people’s hard earned money,
In a second by me siphoned away,
Begin my day with unpredictable way,
People sit their fingers crossed,
With sorrow and joy end up the day,
And I end up moving slowly into Arabian’s bay,
And people overwhelmed by morrow’s fate,
Postpone their cares for the next day.......

Note-(Dalal Street means Brokers Street
Situated in Mumbai, India, termed as
Nation’s Capital Market, something
About it in general in a poetic form)