Monsoon In Mumbai -Tanka Poem by narayana aghalaya

MONSOON IN MUMBAI
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in reckless.city
lady slips.at pothole, crushed
by bus, a pity
with death, road-users, get brushed
'safe' is said but can't hide blush

men with feet of clay
rule the roost in Bombay,
have nothing to say
when.city on its knees prays
to 'end this.havoc, rain plays'

'set the system right'
on this our.leaders sit tight
as they are not bright
fault lines - clear as daylight
blind minds can't sight public.plight

can their heads be rolled?
doesn't help much - I am told
good fruits can't be sold
the rotten guys have much hold
on how public can be.fooled

this vast hub.hosts crores
their plight- does grief out-pour?
the problems cry hoarse
the leaders shut cocoons' doors
hope the thinking.minds.can pore
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