Mumbai drives me insane,
Free of entanglements arcane.
Life here equates a train,
That runs even in the sun and rain.
Newcomers go vacuous here,
Once adapted loiter nowhere.
When standing at the door,
With no chaos and roar.
Far from the tongue lashing environment,
Feeling the soothing deferment.
Breathing the satisfactory independence,
Skipping the excoriation condensed.
A sudden interruption of continuity,
And me rising towards eternity.
The tunnels on the lane,
Reminds the unremitting pain.
Seems they now go, mum,
By the eyes where no tears run.
The gentle wind kissing my face,
Enfolds me in an ecstatic embrace.
Mumbai absolves me from a shell,
Finding a new me in myself!
Mumbai, the city of dreams as it is called, is loved by all, including newcomers, foreigners and travellers. Anagha Salunke a 33-year-old centre head at a school in Pune, describes her feelings and love for the city of Mumbai. That in spite of all the chaos, she finds something that connects with her soul. Read on…
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