It has to be you
That I remember when I first hear rains
The earthly smell sure I missed
But the dripping thuds on concrete made up for it
The grind of fellow men unaffected by it
The chuckle of children who were accidently a part of it
The sudden burst of activities in bazaar
The unfurling of sheets over collectibles
The relieving of simple days
Where window sill and tea were
Remainder of all is not lost
The fingers forcing a droplet to
Follow their path
The “you” lost in sea of black umbrellas
And in the eyes of those dreamy millions
Where there is empathy for all
And time for none
The rain washed streets
Romance in the air
Which disgusted few?
But pleased many !
Thousands thronging the buses and trains
Bringing a piece of earth with them
Which pleased none and
Disgusted everyone !
And the sea soaking it all with equanimity
With neither pleasure nor disgust!
And this one was dedicated to my first love- “Mumbai”!