Poem-38: A rain in Mumbai

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For tourists its like a new adventure,
A home away from home but still stranger.
For its people its the same old struggle,
Every other dig is just like a hurdle.
For lovers it might be a romantic reason,
For singles just as lonesome.
Everything is a miracle, when it happens for the first time.
Same with the rain, the love gets rusted in overtime.

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