Unearthed

I exhumed this poem from a comment I left at falstaff's blog... cudn't find the words of wisdom he wrote... but dug up what I wrote in response to his piece on the kolis in Mumbai... Penned this when Mumbai was being drowned in the wake of the unusually heavy rainfall more than a month ago. Here goes...


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The lost kings
and vanished empires
drowned in the
sands of time...
But the fisherman
carried his legacy
reeking of bygones,
and grime.

He continued to
pray to Mumba
to restore this
lost island
to its original
form.
And that day
as he walked on,
past the high-rises
and hutments
in the wake
of a storm,
he saw
the sea rise
and swallow
the grey
expanse.

His face
glistened
with glee
for Mumbai
was once more
the harbor of
the people
of the sea.