Heart of Mumbai
Strolling down a busy street at night,
looking up at the
thousand colored lights in the sky
In the heart of Mumbai
stood I
Watching young and old lovers
walk by
Breathing in the sweet saffron
wafting high
Then a yellow-veiled canary
came fluttering broken wing near me,
in the heart of Mumbai
And she fell down to the ground,
with a wounded tear in her eye
Reaching out my hand
like a noble, global citizen,
I offered my unconditional compassion
Though bashfully shy,
she bravely asked me curiously why
Seeing we were merely accidental strangers
And I told her truth spoken free,
that is how friendship first begins
Bringing a tear to a smile
is the best stranger token gift given
After which, we talked for a good while ...
and on that virgin night,
she sailed into my island heart
Beautiful lady of India,
my fluttering heart of Mumbai
Tantalizing figure of love,
who let me kiss the tear from her eye
Beautiful rising star of India,
my heart glows in Mumbai
Transcendent vision of true love,
forever shines in you and I
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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