The Dark Daughter of My Mother

By Leon Samuel 

India , my eternal Mother 
Comparison..there is no other ,
I am the brother of my "Aai"..
Her shady daughter,  Mumbai .

Was stitched together with 7 pieces of land ,
Lined on all sides with simmering sands,
Her dainty fingers projected in the sea,
The Dream of traders and  smugglers for free.

Once you live in her, 
You will crave for a Leopold Beer ,
The enchanting  Beauty of the Marine Drive 
And the crowded  BKC concerts, Live  .

Her parts names have changed over the years 
Tragedies of 26/11 , 11/7 , 12/03 have bought many tears , 
Her own name was Bombay 
But was changed,  all in a Day !!

The Juhu Beach is sand and sea
The parks at Malabhar, give children glee
The Bandra and Mahim Kolis villages remind of her past 
While in Film city , new faces are Cast .

The Five Lakes quench her thirst ,
On Ganpati and Holi enthusiasm is burst,
The leopards at the National Park 
Add  flavour to her Nature Dark .

She is rich from her gold ,silver , share market and black money ,
Politicians and Ceos are hardly funny ,
Rather Open the newspapers galore,
Mumbai life ..  will teach and make you laugh  more  .

If you have not kissed on marine drive ,
If you have not attempted to bribe,
Not peed in public spaces after being drunk 
And college you have not bunked..
Mumbai gives you all these opportunities 
Only to live life , be in topic of gossip of  Colaba Aunties .

The heavy ,sometimes drizzling rain,
The stink of garbage and rot of drains ,
Brings out the flavour of Bhajias and Irani chai ,
The taste of her delicacies , never dies !

Be it a temple, Masjid or Church 
You don't have to put a search 
For hearts of a  Mumbaiate heart is  gold 
And Instagrams from Goregaon are  bold. 

She has her own  Dark Lair
Doctors who don't care 
Corrupt officials,  don't ask where ,
And lawyers who are never Fair .

Goons and underworld once ruled her ,
Our ATS ,  forces , encounters and jails did not fear ,
Tamed , eliminated , it was all over 
In graves and on bail.. all are overpowered. 

The Bollywood is the crown 
Who makes Heros of clowns 
The casting couch is a  dirty lie ,
If we also believe , we will never die. 

Scams , murders, suicides ,death ,
It's not hers but life's wrath 
Blame it on her hectic lifestyle 
When all are greedy for an extra money pile .. 

The red light areas of Grant Road 
For men who were bored
Which once was a dark secret
The area had only pimps and Rats ..

The traffic  is her indigestion 
From Deonar comes the pollution 
The roads are always with pothole,
Mahalaxmi race course is a beauty mole .

She has now a new Coastal Road ,
Of the night life , you will never get bored, 
Can see the lands end , Haji Ali and Sea Link, 
There are the LBQT and the queer pinks.

Cuisine and shopping  is like her ornaments, plenty And diverse 
Vada pav ,Idli , Biryani and Chinese ,
Clothes expensive and cheap both there 
Meets the  taste of the dark and fair .

She is as mystical and a dark woman 
Which can entice any Man
Has her enchanting beauty and glamor 
Who just want her ... more and more ..

She will eat you in one Gulp 
And crush your spirit to Pulp 
Living with her in an expensive Affair 
And don't think she is fair or Cares !

She is a dark and beautiful daughter 
And day by day gets naughtier 
She is the Heart of her Mom 
And dangerous  as a ticking time Bomb !