“When Mumbai lost it’s heart to Aarhus, Here without you, Mumbai is To-Let”

Cravings I pluck

Red roses Scent of Musk

Hanging legs

Over promenade

Here without you

Sun refuses Dusk

Now the Sun don’t set

Arabian sea don’t wet

The clouds don’t fly

And Mumbai don’t sweat

Cravings I collect

From abundance I select

Dry footprints

On the shoreline

Here without you

Marine drive is To-Let

Now love birds won’t love

And the cops won’t shoo

High waves won’t splash

Nobody would morning walk too

Nothing is same

Yet nothing has changed

City of dreams

Awaits the landing of your Plane

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