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Love Thy Mumbai

She was rigged, bombed, shattered
For several times in history
Yet she rises up every time in victory
Such is the spirit of Aapli Mumbai

Floods clog her streets, services disrupt
And every thing turns real scary
She blows out kisses of unity
Help! Stay one! Whispers Aapli Mumbai

At riots, her sons fought, killed,
And slaughtered each other insanely
Yet, she unites them during a calamity
So profound is the love of Aapli Mumbai

Where Rahim dances during Ganpati
And Prasad walks to Hajji Ali
That’s the sense of brotherhood
Infused and injected by Aapli Mumbai

She has, with warm welcomes
Graced each one, and every body
To fulfill their dreams, attain success
She is enterprising, she’s Aapli Mumbai

We care, as she does for us
Dare anyone, defy our unity, for no one
Can shatter us, our spirit, pledge we,
The children of this maximum city.

Comments

Vishwanath said…
Very nice Amol.

You really are a true Mumbaikar.

Keep it up.
26 November, 2009
Unknown said…
absolutely true...!!
salute to Mumbai and all Mumbaikers'
26 November, 2009
Rajesh N said…
Amol wordsworth!

Very well written verses for the spirit Mumbai!

My Salute to each and every Mumbaikars!!!
26 November, 2009
Pradnya said…
Chaan!

Mumbai ani Mumbaikars na koti koti pranam.

Cheers Mumbai.
26 November, 2009
Anonymous said…
Sentiments very correctly captured and sensitively expressed. Mumbai is a true cosmo city and finds its roots deep into Unity in Diversity. There is always a helping hand and some one who will attend to your cries and calls - I am talking of a genuine innocent caring Mumbaikar, and this is the reason that keeps Mumbai a class above than other city. You will never feel like a stranger in this city.

Truly Mumbai meri jaan.
26 November, 2009
Nikhil Pagdhare said…
Can just recollect the song after reading this poem of your's:

Aye Dil Hai Mushkil Jeena Yahan
Zara Hat Ke Zara Bach Ke, Yeh Hai "Mumbai" Meri Jaan :) :) :)

My salute to my MUMBAI...(True Mumbaikar - NIKHIL)
30 November, 2009
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