The Spirit Writes Back

Each day I show you my love in how I survive
Yet you treat my existence like a blank check
Milking this cash cow for all your glories
Didn’t you realise that I make business
of sentiment, spirit and stories?

It wasn’t a check, my love, it was a loan
My heart beats in currency, concrete & stone
There’s a reason there’s never shortage in my vaults
And you don’t want to know what I do to those who default.

Signed with love,
The Mumbai Spirit

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