Smoke, traffic chaos in full glare

Mumbai, spare me some clean air


Garbage stinks, roads littered too

No one cares, apathy rules true


Of nullahs, drains, waterworks, lakes

Cleanliness here is often put at stake


Packed trains, roads never a blessing

Trust the BMC to always go digging


Journey to work, homecoming a task

I know why the trafficman wears a mask


Would like to breathe, lovely city of mine

Stop the din, create a place of sunshine


Put in order, discipline with a flair

O Mumbai, just spare me some clean air




Dry with thorns, not a face to please

Thick, tall or strong, oh facts do tease


Desert’s child, growing wild

Blooming once, while being mild


Sand its roots, the sun’s a friend

Moisture it traps, is pricky to no end


Arid zone’s darling, not one is the same

With unique shapes, it does get a fame


A poor man’s plant, no effort required

Plant it anywhere, grows as desired


Accurately unique in nature’s prospectus

A plant of all seasons.. yes that’s a Cactus !



Indian Summer !


Its hot as hell, summer’s at a peak

Energy levels low, little shade I seek


Cotton clothes on, comfort’s a priority

Music plugged in, being hip a popularity


Liquid needs arise, water’s precious, rare

Save every drop, be spared of despair


Save some for the birds, animals too

Thirst spares none, hunger’s so true


Tempers fly high, temperatures too

Sweat it out, the sun gloats, shouts boo


Sip ice candies, tuck in icecreams

Kitchen cooking, oh a cook could scream


Active and lazy kids, bright and dumb kids

Its all about kids, and being quizzed


Cool climes invite, vacations for all

A leisurely summer break beckons all !