limericks are fun...
Mumbai this concrete disaster
Of industry and Parisian plaster
Where the only stars to be seen,
Are those stripping on screen,
And then off screen they strip even faster.
In this city bright twenty four hours
With billboards or just too many cars
Every turn finds
Desires of all kinds
Though regrettably no more dance bars!
Public transport holds little to admire
If hasn’t derailed it has surely caught fire.
And if the cause isn’t that
Then a tire’s gone flat
And you think
Damn! I should have got a cycle on hire.
But through all of the corruption and crime
I find a city that’s particularly mine
So through morcha or bandh
I love it this way
Who even cares if it’s Mumbai or Bombay?
2 comments:
Limericks! My My! Aren't we all talented and stuff?!
AM regretting for not looking onto this blog for long for updates. You turned out to be a poet cos of romance or corruption??? lol. There are several ways to put it gal, but I dont think anything would have come close to your witty rhymic lines of describing M(B)umbai.. keep it coming ;P
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