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A few words for Mumbai

29 November , 2008

For Mumbai

 

Her avenues are stripped of their grandiose eloquence

By a jumble of smooth hands

Tugging into her thumping heart.

Her sea is sullied by the calm waves that crashed blood and a

Rallying

Call to arms

                  That is

Not the jumble of blue, green or orange swaying arms,

Kneeling down, or strolling, or dancing, or drinking coffee.

Her sanctuaries call out to prayer with

         The Believers,

Whose cries are for a pulsing life-force,

A compassionate beat.

.

She will not rot, or cry, or fall to her aching feet,

For she is the ground beneath those toes that have carried a million hopes,

And she is the treasure behind the homes that have launched a million dreams.

 

Her avenues are stripped of their grandiose eloquence tonight,

 

Still she breathes poetry from her ancient lips

in peaceful chants,

                            whispering harmony:

Shanti, be still, she counsels.

Whisper harmony.

 

 

November 29th 2008

London

One Comment
  1. Love the final phrasing.

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