Mumbai Storms
Thundering hearts beating on a face
Lost to the instinct to survive
In a city
Where every dweller is the endured
Roaring clouds silently gathering
To afford shade to the indulgers
Feeding a city
Gorged on cosmopolitan idealism
Striking lightning with the match of hope
Igniting more than imagined in an
Illuminated city
Darkened by evolving altercations
Flying crows spilling their song
Fueled by the refuse of plenty
Contrasting a city
Where Bollywood’s dung is burned for fuel
Dripping rain on each person’s soul
Not allowing the flaming dreams to extinguish
The spirit of a city
Symbiotically loved and hated by millions
Waning heat after la tormenta
Allows you to finally exhale and indulge
In the city’s enchantment
Home to stormy malleable ideas of life
