Mumbai, India
Dust-Dust,
irresistible, the
city of water,
adopts anyone
who passes it by.
The river glistens
soft and wide, this
the city doesn't sleep
even at night. Postcard
world exists here with
blue reassuring skies.
The local, rustling in
Rhythmic strides,
triggering the locals.
The wind, however,
Complimenting,
reminding the
beauty this city
has always Been.
1840 million people,
And one place to
call
Home.
Copyright © Manya Saxena | Year Posted 2021
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