Bombay – I miss you

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Oft on such dull grey dreary days
My mind goes back to childhood
The days when I would sit on a chair
In the long verandah at home
And watch the drops turn into deluge
The sky from a bright blue to grey
Life from being abuzz to quiet
Just the noise of thunderous roar
And the occasional lightning
And constant pitter patter
Sometimes I would crave
To become one with the droplets
And feel them on my bare skin
To leave the warmth behind
To feel the chill down my spine
And to be one with the deluge
Oft on such dull grey dreary days
My mind goes back to my love – Bombay!

 

 

 

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