A Hippie yearns:
"Am I supposed to
Walk in dark,
When rest others
Move blindfold;
Am I supposed to
Live alone,
Forever."
Mumbai Rains
I witness My first Mumbai monsoon: And I remember Words of Anita Desai; My first memory Of anything Related to Mumbai rains. During the rains: Hari’s stint in Mumbai, The apathy of being drenched Again and again; And remain indoor Inhaling soot Within Sri Krishna Bhojnalaya. During the rains: Mr. Panwallah, the watchmaker Who suffered bronchitis, But never complained. During the rains Jagu, whose family lived in slums, And water clogged their huts But still empathized with his employee. True Mumbai snob, And true Mumbai spirit. I reflect upon myself To see My greedy, dissatisfied self - One who runs and runs; Has everything He craved for But still craves for more. June 2016
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