Best Bombay Poems
The Bombay Grocery (Indian)- North Carolina
Shyam*, finds cat food at special rate near the door.
Goes to check out to manager of the grocery store
Doubting manager asks to bring cat if he has one
Shyam returns with his small cat to buy food anon.
Next day Shyam comes with a bag in his hand
And ask the manager to put his hand to the end
Manager puts his hand and shouts “Poo,Doodie pure”
Shyam says, “ yes, sir, I want the toilet paper sure”
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Fourth Place winner IN
Contest: Grocery Grammer by Linda-Marie, the sweetheart
* Shyam is an Indian name. Shyam also means Black-cloud colour. It is one of the name of
Lord Krishna. It happens to be the name of one of my grandson living in Charlotte (NC)
Bombay
The gateway to India
Sadly now Mumbai
Where is my Bombay
duck
Who now passes
through these golden
gates
From the eyes of Shangri-la and words indited in bulletin
spoken by bellwethers and imagery on broadcasts
Felt the passing of breaths and federation menace.
The scourge abided by cause of hooliganism
By a group of libertine,
Held, ye plot to an affright baker’s dozen bams.
He who fended collared gravely, and he who
Fathered, headed for the hills.
Passing of breaths and the devour city
Bellowing mother’s cry and bemused father
The helpless baby yet addled with a smile.
The speechless contrarian and the stock market blues
Mongers fall back and the bollywood whodunit.
Queried world and hastening federations
The eventual address to make for red alert.
Staked City and yet another lionize attack
To their day of remembrance on the cause of vandalism
Dawdled to a tetrad later
Abided by the juvenility of their community
Held, ye plot to an heptad bams.
Office hour rushed shush dead to the world
Aghast citizenry and deplorable family
Her plighting husband to return and son’s oft exacts
Left apart for an unknown time.
Ruled by terrorism, shame upon faith
Around-the-clock yet another hark back
Abided by the army of pure
Held, ye plot to tenner explosions.
Challenges taken were overwhelm
An arrest bore witness
Yet,
From the eyes of Shangri-la and words indited in bulletin
spoken by bellwethers and imagery on broadcasts
Felt the passing of breaths and federation menace.
Shyam*, finds cat food at special rate near the door.
Goes to check out to manager of the grocery store
Doubting manager asks him to bring cat if he has one
Shyam returns with his small cat to buy food anon.
Next day Shyam comes with a bag in his hand
And asks the manager to put his hand in the bag down to the end
Manager puts his hand and shouts “Pooh, Doodie pure”
Shyam says, “yes, sir, I want the toilet paper sure”
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March 23, 2014
Dr. Ram Mehta
Form: Rhyme
Sixth Place Win
Contest: Collaboration by Jared Pickett
Collaboration of Ram Mehta and Shyam Mehta
The poem is partly a fictional write. First Stanza is a real event but the second stanza
is fictional. But I wanted to test my grandson's rhyming talent. So wrote
the first stanza and asked him to write second stanza with fun and humor,
of course with my suggestion that suppose he goes to buy toilet paper
and the owner needs a proof. * Shyam is an Indian name. He
is a 9th Grade student in Charlotte, NC.
Some Clarification
In brief:
Difference between Mumbai and Bombay
• There is no difference between Mumbai and Bombay as these are names of the same city that is the capital of the state of Maharashtra
• Bombay is the name given to the city by British that is a corruption of the word Portuguese Bom Bahia, meaning Good Bay.
• Mumbai, the present name of the city is because of Mumba Devi, an ancient Kali Goddess who has a temple in her name in Bhileshwar in the city.
4/25/2021
The lady from Bombay
The inner ciity school was big and noisy.
I remember being scared and overwhelmed.
When I saw her for the first time
a cornucopia of colors In her flowing sari.
She floated no sound of footsteps.
Her skin perfectly brown
oh she was the most beautiful lady
I had ever seen.
I think she loved teaching more than life.
She wld break an adult meetng
to tend to a childs needs.
.Saying we must reschedule
I have a very important
meeting with my student
I must attend to.
she taught us patience and respect.
To listen to each other and to learn
from each person we spoke with.
she brought animals to the school
and introduced us to new species.
Everone wanted to be with her
when she taught us the class was silent
and every swoosh of her sari could be heard.
she stood by the open window of the classroom
Once and said listen can you hear it
I said its just silence Miss
she smiled and said no
it is the most beautiful
sound in the world
it is the sound of learning.
she would ask what new thing we had learned
since last she saw us.
A color a poem a book.
I think I learned how to learn from her.
She basked in her small successes.
Later she told us of the nurses a doctor
schoolteacher author and poet
that had spawned
from her class.
Now when I visit England I always try
to see her in her small retirement flat.
she pours green tea that she says comes from
the foothills of the himalayas still teaching me.
As I recount for her all the new things
I have learned in the years since I saw her last
Before you were real, you were a dream.
Before you were a dream, you were an actress, born in Bombay.
Her’s is Ayesha; yours is Ali, and she told me you were coming, years before you came, and she placed you inside of my heart.
You’ve since become a keloid on my soul.
Skunks have religious sanctum in Bombay
Protected from hunting both night and day
Skunk whisper was good
But misunderstood
When in skunk language they said, "Let us spray!"
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There once was a man from Bombay.
Insistent, on having his way!
Poor devil, drove drunk.
Mashed his car into a trunk.
Wife bailed him out, no delay.
4/24/2021