Observer – Mumbai Beat
In the jungles of competition
And through torrents of hardships
Tiny flowers of humanity blossom somehow
No sun to bask in
they hang on solely to pinpoint stars of hope
So it is in the island city
Everyday I watch it shatter in a thousand minuscule ways and return as debris
It is called the city that never sleeps
I call it the city of broken dreams
of faded wishes and jaded souls
The daily circle of life weaves itself
Into fractured fractals
It is infinite, it is complex,
It is both beautiful and tragic
Mumbai.
