Bombay City Rocks! Poem by Anam Rizvi

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!