There's a rhythm on the roads of Bombay.
A foot-tapping beat as you stroll down the streets.
Bombay lovers know it.
Sometimes the waves splash gently, sprinkling little drops of water.
Sometimes the waves run wild, wiping out dreams of sand.
They tell me tales of men who have been here and loved this ocean,
As i do today.
Bombay moves and it dances.
Bombay is in the breathing delight of the human soul.
Bombay is in celebrating life, in living and enjoying.
There's something in the air that is so special.
There's something unreal about this place.
Bombay is in the smiling faces in the slums,
Humans in inhuman conditions.
Bombay is in the wretched beggar childrens' naughty grin,
In the old man's toothless smile.
Amidst the tears and the living sorrow,
Bombay City Rocks!
This is an inexplicable and an immensely vivid description of the love of one for his/her city. BEAUTIFUL is an understatement. It is just superb. Monishca Basu
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A Brilliant poem about my City, how true! Welcome to PH!