My morning came back full of feisty crows <br />Fed on Mumbai garbages and fetid sea-fish <br />Of the harbor’s heights, not the fragrant one <br />The day echoed with fallacies and lost moneys; <br />In all it was putrefaction and beauty in tatters. <br />The pixels were agitated by lack of sky spaces; <br />The roads were picture-perfect, with rocks flowing <br />And Haji Ali mysteries near the winding flyover. <br />The sounds of car horns meshed with crows’ caws <br />Which were continually shrill and metallic as always. <br />Rukmini’s lying-in hospital and juice beauty parlor <br />Nested quietly in the space above the footpath <br />The lying-in endlessly stretched into the windows <br />And piercing the blinds, broke into the summer sky.<br /><br />Jagannath rao Adukuri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-day-in-mumbai/
