TO LIVE IN THAT BOMBAY
To live in Bombay was so much fun, wonderful memories of those days have I .
To see it in this state shabby, with poverty around makes me cry !
Today there are only people n slums plenty; sores to a beauty loving eye.
Interested in humans are few; people wish to only trade, things sell n buy.
This wasn't what my Bombay used to be; to the place, I would love to fly
It holds memories so many, of childhood; those I wish to hold, till the very day I die
My home, filled with the love of my parents, on whose laps, even today, I would love to lie
Memories of my favourite aunts, uncles, cousins, friends with vibrations warm; make me cry!
Wish people clear would a slum colony n a lake build; then my Bombay wouldn't be so dry.
Its greenery destroying are its own keepers, dirty it is without sweepers; I sigh !
Wake up Mumbaikars, my Bombayites; make it clean, green n serene, to you, plead I.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
