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Yeh Mumbai shahar hai..

A poem on "Mumbai"..:)

Yeh Mumbai shahar hai..

yahan chote chote gharon mein,
palte sapne ameer hai..
karodon sapne bidhte hai,
khulti kuch hi ki taqdeer hai..

yeh mumbai shahar hai..

Yahan ke footpath par
zindagi basti hai..
Yahan ki bastiyon mein
ummeed-parasti hai..

yeh mumbai shahar hai..

yahan sadakeinn chowdi hai.
waqt ki kuch kami hai..
yahan chunautiyan hai,
mauke b yahin hai..

yeh mumbai shahar hai..

jahaazon ka aana jaana,
ba-dastur jaari hai.
Iss shahar ko jaise,
insomnia ki bimari hai.

yeh mumbai shahar hai..

Iski tareekh mein,
chotein behisaab hain.
Samundar iska hamdard,
lehrein jaise ilaaj hai.

yeh mumbai shahar hai..

shahar toh hai,
bass shahar toh nahi..
raatein yahan jaagti hai,
bas din dopahar nahin.

Yeh mumbai shahar hai,
yeh khwabon ka shajar hai.
 
Shajar => Tree
Ummeed-parasti => Worship of hope
 




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  1. Anonymous9 January 2014 at 21:21

    Yeh Mumbai Sehar hai aur chote chote sapnay leka aatay hai. Perfect tribute to maximum city:)

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  2. Dhiren navani9 January 2014 at 22:19

    @vishalbheeroo Thanx a lott..:)

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  3. Team BlogAdda21 January 2014 at 16:09

    This post has been selected for the Tangy Tuesday Picks this week. Thank You for an amazing post! Cheers! Keep Blogging :)

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  4. Anonymous28 January 2014 at 13:49

    Nice :-)

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  5. Aayesha S Hakim16 August 2014 at 16:36

    Maximum City... A good tribute, Dhiren :)

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