Another assault, another woundLet me cry …
Don’t stop me, let me lament
It’s not me, wounded and bleeding
Let me cry …
Oh my pride, my dear sea
How could you ferry them to assault me?
Let me cry…
I’ve been proud and have been loud
City of dreams, now a nightmare
Let me cry …
Oh my Saint, my people touch you with foreheads
Why then they died in heaps and bled?
Let me cry …
I feel like a dumb wanting to speak
I am frozen and numb
Let me cry …
The lofty and mighty gate, you were my pride
They battered me on your threshold
Let me cry …
I glitter and gloss, always
I glittered and bombed
Let me cry ….
My people had spirits high
When the waves were high
But today, let me cry …
I’ve been repeatedly assaulted and bombed
And I moved on courageously
But today, let me vent, let me cry.
3 comments:
Overwhelmed by your expression of grief over what had happened to Mumbai, the Gateway to India!
just saying the city will bounce back has become cliched...maybe the inbuilt resilience and grit will bring things to normal. what is shocking is the amount of money drained from the exchequer by our politicians for their supposed well being. we are pawns in this blamegame being played by one and all. chiranjib
mumbai the city of dreams...the city never sleeps, haven't we heard this so many times before...it could have any megapolis. as new words enter our vocabulary, jingoism cannot be an answer. don't forget we are talking of two nuke powers and the ISI is full of rogues in vogue. they have always wanted to bleed india from within...and the non-state actors are their own alchemic creations...think of yaya and zia, a quagmire of intrigue and blasphemy. Chiranjib
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