is Bombay dying?
perhaps no, but it saddens
city.is crying
overflowing filth.maddens
noise and stench, spirit dampens
richest few live there
so do the poorest, in.slums
peace and calm nowhere
on roads to strangers we bump
in.our throats there is.a lump
to live one jostles
most houses are match boxes
tempers cause tangles
soaps with gory climaxes
take minds off matters that tax
built with playing cards
apartments now and then fall
some under, die hard
they are rebuilt, much more tall
much demand, be sold, it shall
ultras love Mumbai
one small bomb can.kill hundreds
deadly trade they ply
amidst huge crowds unhindered
and escape, as cops blunder
is Mumbai Shanghai?
with a dream- good.to start
the bad we should bye
get on board - good guys with.heart
with ideas to impart
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem