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