The Mumbai Crowd!
It's fast, furious and loud,
The Mumbai crowd.
There's hustling and bustling.
There's power and proud,
In the Mumbai crowd.
There's a jostle, a tussle.
There's weakness to muscle
In the Mumbai crowd.
There's honking and beeping
There are words and bleeping
In the Mumbai crowd.
On best buses, on local trains,
In taxies and cabs, also on planes,
Travels the Mumbai crowd.
On roads, on pavements,
In high-rise, in basements,
Dwells the Mumbai crowd.
Constant wakeful walk,
Or magical sleepy walk,
But walks, the Mumbai crowd.
Cool winters and summers' noons,
Or be it knee-deep monsoons,
Thrives the Mumbai crowd.
There's good time and bad time
But absolutely no bed time
For the Mumbai crowd.
Some worry, some fear,
Some hope, some cheer,
Expresses the Mumbai crowd.
It's real, it's illusion
It's confident, it's confusion
Appears the Mumbai crowd.
It starts not to end
It rises, not to bend
Attitude of the Mumbai crowd.
Riches and Rags
Simple and swag
All i see in the Mumbai crowd.
You love it, you hate it,
You judge it, you rate it,
Carefree is the Mumbai crowd...
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The Mumbai Crowd
PoetryIt is a poem reflecting the hustle and bustle, the strive and struggle of the Mumbai Crowd