Saturday, April 24, 2010

Memories of Decay

Within the narrow labyrinthine corridor of life the kids play
they become old adults they become gray than they sit
in a corner with a tazbi in hand watch their grand kids
relive memories they pray sad bitter memories
that wont go away slum life on display
water woes fights squabbles in may than come the rains
houses flooded all the way births deaths marriages
time passes away dreams made of paper feet
made of clay they live and they stay sometimes
the neighbors daughter with the butcher runs away
there is hell to pay or another kid caught stealing
CinemaScopic replay slum life ups downs
you cant get away the new husband of your
daughter turns out to be gay slum life is
excitement like an IPL match as you watch
where you may..colors of holi colors you spray
firecrackers on diwali day fasting idd namaz
allah be praised..till comes the builder mafia
and you house has been razed a new tower
for the neo rich who can afford it okay..
this is a brief story of mumbai and its decay
oh please bring back glory bring back bombay..

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