Friday, September 02, 2005

The spirit of Mumbai

Dark clouds cover the sun
And the wind decides to run

Out come the heavy rains
At first the parched sun gains

The reservoirs fill to the brim
Ubiquitous water no longer a dream

People everywhere have joy
Children convert papers to toy

But then the ships sink
And yours eyes wink

The rain seems to be infinite
But your patience is finite

Now you wish it to stop
For water may go over your top

The army of clouds increases
Vision of hope decreases

You realize its fury
When many a body bury

Everybody is in a hurry
To reduce explosion of worry

After every night comes a morn
In the hearts a hope is born

This hope spreads among all
Finally rising to be very tall

It fights the army of clouds
The war cry being strong and loud

The army finally retreates
Joyous becomes the victory beats

Out comes the sun again
Fallen to its knees is the pain