Madam Anonymous - x Bombay

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Bombay, of Hindus, Muslims, Christians Cosmopolitan capitalist machinery, Ornament of The Queen’s necklace Sometimes, my heart cries for thee. The nihilists work to destroy The energetic achievement, But the street bravado lives Free from religious confinement. Neither Rajas nor Fakirs built it It was teak, muslin and indigo, Of the intrepid British Sahib Gave it The Kohinoor's glow. Ganesh, the god prospered But ignorance was banished, Confluence of East and West Moksha of practicality flourished. It is the Gateway of India Valued for Bollywood, Bhel puri a testament To life’s simple glory as it should. The snake charmer of Dharavi Proud in his hut of poverty, Dreams of whisking a bride like Prithviraj on a stallion, with certainty. In this city of Untouchables With your fate, choose anything to do, Hoards of ambitious and brave Slog daily, to build a life totally new. Bombay, success is thy name Churning with life’s perpetual motion, Your biggest claim to fame Is to improve my situation. Madam Anonymous poemhunter.com/poem/x-bombay/