Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Funeral Bombay

Stingy smells of morning
assorted with the saltiness of seas,
dead fishes rotten species,
breeze takes you places
you'll never want to be.

And walking through
witness the sleazy streets,
streets like people,
never please.

And she still stands with bare flesh
ready to be assaulted,
call her a woman of loose morals
or even a child misbegotted,
she is the fruit of our deeds
naked gnarl ,dead.

No the divide is untractable
and it will stay
barriers made by her sons
slowly let her ,slay.

Her sons play,
morbid Bombay lay.

Here she stands,the sordid filth engulfed,
our gateway to the world
our heads held high the masthead rise
the city to death ,hurled.

Let her die,don't moan
don't cry.Oh we are not to blame.
We did our all,our very best.
we even changed its name.

7 comments:

Ammar said...

love it bro! you r good at this man. eva thought of doin it professionally. I think tht's ur calling.

commited to life said...

true...

bombay is like that only...

hate this city..

Ramesh said...

truly awesome..hats off to you dude..

shubham said...

"we even changed its name"
luv it raj....
splendid thoughts r more appreciated when they r nt spoken, but written in a beautiful way...in raj's way..
way to go buddy

Arnav said...

Amazing !
But its not only bombay, its the case at thousand other cities and million other women....


Keep Writing :)

Arnav said...

Amazing !
But its not only bombay, its the case at thousand other cities and million other women....


Keep Writing :)

Kingshuk said...

great depiction of a disintegrated and ruined city.... great going dude...