Hey Mumbai.
Remember me?
I came to you, a refugee.
From jobless and hapless Oh Calcutta.
My other mother, God bless her,
Opened her home, for my shelter,
Had she not, I would have been,
On your foothpath,
Like a urchin in bloom, but with eyes full of spark.
I earned 30 US Dollars a month,
I could not afford a days sqaure meal,
Forget a room for us to get nuts,
You made me go mad,
I for the first time,
Saw a woman in nude,
In the bloom of her youth,
Just 30, swinging crazy,
Always in her peak,
Experienced and sexy.
You wore high heels,
You kicked me between meals,
Ouch that hurt,
But baby your tricks didn't work.
Every kick, was a kiss due,
It made me a man, possessed to bite you,
Not animal, love, my darling
Bites of love,
On your slender neck,
On your lovely back,
On your luscious lips,
But only with your express wish.
For every Million you kicked,
One Mad poet was picked,
To ride you wild,
And make love to you till sunrise.
But I am so sad,
I also see you trapped.
Jhonnies who have not earned you,
Parachute in,
Rip your skirt off,
You moan not in fun,
And they do what you don't want.
Hey, Mumbai,
I am your lover,
Come to me,
Let's tango all night
The neon of the light,
The heave of your bosoms soft delight,
The pent up kisses and bites,
Let the heavens collide,
And the jhonnies,
Let them for once suck their thumbs,
Crying momma, in broad daylight.

Hardik Vaidya

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