held by its girth
clumsily .as the
world changes
sadly it sees
hawkers vendors
food stalls serving
steaming hot vadas
samosas pav bhaji
the old ambiance
as it sheds tears on
the death of new talkies
death of east indian ethos
gaothan those old lost
gullies ..yes bandra has
lost its charm its crass
commercialism big
bucks all money ..its
rusty old roots weeping
as time hits back its belly
attacking it malevolently
dedicated to my mentor
fr lawrie preacher of hope
humanity ,,the first one
to encourage me into
the world of street photography
