I Saw, the reality of dazzling city, Mumbai — By Sonika Malloth

I saw her tender hands through the noises

as her mom cuddled her, those innocent eyes

conjured a smile up many stressed faces

I saw the blissful heart, with no worries

protected and safe from insane flurries

At the same time…

I saw her blistered hands, as she scrounged

around for a little food, shelter, affection

scornful looks always haunted and challenged

I saw the contended heart, orphaned by poverty

this kid faced all odds with utmost maturity.

I saw his money flow for baneful rum and weed

he crushed a father’s dream in that night pub

his pointless life had no intensions to succeed

I saw the lustful heart, a wealthy spoiled brat

unaware of reality of life, a selfish autocrat


At the same time…

I saw him stumble, his shaky legs bore the load

the father crushed himself for his childÕs dream

he quenched his thirst with sweat, he sorely moved

I saw the annoyed heart, this incapable mortal

cursed himself, only love opens no wealthy portal.

I saw her glossy pink lips curve at the edge

she silently blushed going down the memory lane

she recalled the day she met him on that bridge

I saw the loving heart, when he profoundly kissed

the princess of his life, forever loved and cared

At the same time…

I saw her fake ecstasy, as she earned each penny

the sheer pleasure in divine meeting of two souls

never reached her, it was just a matter of money

I saw the empty heart, her sense of reasoning died

when she was six,ripped,torn apart but never cried.

I saw him alone, strolling along the deserted park

all his riches could protect his body, not his soul

which silently wept as he felt totally lost in dark

I saw the forlorn heart,after ninety years of battle

sick and tired of snatching wealth, had none to prattle

At the same time…

I saw him forage near each and every garbage patch

he valiantly fought all evil-dogs, crows, cows, bulls

shivering in ragged clothes, cold under a tree branch

I saw the weary heart, filled with grief and self-pity

his shadow also departed from him in this dark city.

I saw the life, as it is, through the dazzling mirror

through the towers, through the slums, rich and poor

good and evil, right and wrong, go hand in hand here

I saw mesmerising rains, devastating floods, blue sky

blackened ocean, terror attacks, I saw the city Mumbai.


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