Encased in concrete,
with a dying orange above,
and the silver turning grey below,
the waves crash futilely
against the Bandra fortress
-I suppose one might,
on careful listening,
hear steel versus steel again;
Boats bob by those
decayed ramparts,
signs of of an eternal poverty
dependent on
the wealth of the sea;
On open sea
a marvel of modern
engineering rises -
a some triumphant
half-finished proclamation
of victory over nature;
above the clouds thicken,
but loosen not
as in impudent demonstration
of whose writ truly runs;
In the shanties of Bandra,
in the towers of Worli, and
in the middle-classness of
Mahim,
lights come on one by one -
a dying day, a sleepless city.
with a dying orange above,
and the silver turning grey below,
the waves crash futilely
against the Bandra fortress
-I suppose one might,
on careful listening,
hear steel versus steel again;
Boats bob by those
decayed ramparts,
signs of of an eternal poverty
dependent on
the wealth of the sea;
On open sea
a marvel of modern
engineering rises -
a some triumphant
half-finished proclamation
of victory over nature;
above the clouds thicken,
but loosen not
as in impudent demonstration
of whose writ truly runs;
In the shanties of Bandra,
in the towers of Worli, and
in the middle-classness of
Mahim,
lights come on one by one -
a dying day, a sleepless city.
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