That is where I belong

I wrote a small poem while I was watching out of the window, it was snowing and it was Sunday afternoon here in Scotland.....


the city that never sleeps, and doesn't get tired,
where life is busy but one can get more than desired,
that is where I belong

Where day rises with neighbour's alarm clock,
followed by laughter session and morning walk,
the place where all the strangers talk,
that is where I belong

the sea shore that is like city's necklace and covered with concrete tripods,
where there are million of individuals and many of them oods,
that is where I belong

Where traffic cop is pandu,
catches one without helmet saying "kya re gandu"

where mobile rings at 3 in the morning just to hear from a friend "kya chaal raha hai",
and passers by shouting the begger "Ye kya kar raha hai",
where every issue is addressed with "lagi padi hai", and every mistake is "jhol ho gaya hai"

that is where I belong

there is "amar" for a tava pulav and tapri for a cup of tea,
thela for "chat" and "vada Pav" on rekdi,
Bechain ki sandwich, bhagvati ki pav bhaji,
Mumbai ....... India ..... That is where I belong.................

Wanna be back soon.......

- Mihir Sangani