It's another hectic day in fast, non-stop life in Mumbai
Robed in solitude, I lie on the bed awake at midnight
The crows crow undeterred by the serenity of the night
A cat stalks a pigeon on my balcony
...
It's not one of the balmiest days
The tropical, bright and the silvery Sun burnt her skin
But near the bus stop before a motley crowd
Displaying her acrobatic skills
...
Thousands lie buried in the lap of Mother,
The Mother, who hitherto, sustained her progenies,
Went berserk, for suffocated was She now,
By the tall jungles of concrete and steel.
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Sleepless In Mumbai
It's another hectic day in fast, non-stop life in Mumbai
Robed in solitude, I lie on the bed awake at midnight
The crows crow undeterred by the serenity of the night
A cat stalks a pigeon on my balcony
The whistle of the watchman rises and falls
The harried traffic has calmed down, though shadows still chase each other down the streets
The cool moon is busy dewing the grasses, while the stars shine white
Even the dreams have deserted me tonight
The dark is almost gone, the stars are about to set
The cuckoo takes over from the crow and the rooster awakens
Yet, another day welcomes yet another sleepless night in Mumbai
It’s time to get up and rush for work.