Spirits are high..
When I stand to see my shadow following me,
I realize there are few thoughts which are there too.
Eerie darkness camouflaged with my shadows,
And giggles I could hear of glee.
Leaving all behind I moved forward with it,
Traveled every nook of the supposed ambit.
“All’s perfect and will be for god sake…”
A mute mentation remained in stake.
Sudden rise of fierce power I felt,
And a sour dream all came true.
Just the wake up call rang and all ran away,
When fire maintained its aim in sway.
Intense revolution could be initialized,
And for that all needed to consolidate.
The spirit of the country flared high,
All the installed plans ran low in shy.
I knew this spirit remained in the hearts of many,
But the unplugged codes required to be plugged,
And so was the time of unsaid connections fused.
I salute this spirit which battered firm,
I salute the great hearts that live after death,
I salute the torn frame of deeds,
I salute every moment I lived in this city in the great country.
Salaam Mumbai ….jai hind…!!!!!!!!!!
– Haritha Singh
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