Mumbai Station Roads

There they sit,

 High up in their chairs

Waiting for pockets

To be fat & filled.

There the innocents,

Down on dirty roads

Paying heavy taxes

Burried under loads.

Footpaths for the hawkers

Crowds tread on roads.

Traffic goes haywire,

Vehicles silly honking.

People pushing each other

Clinging to their belongings.

Is this the future,

We dreamt for our country

Of countless bribes given,

While happily they snore,

With eyes wide open

Countless dreams lie broken.

--Rashmi Gore

02-06-09

My Pretty Pink Bicycle

My pretty pink bicycle, when I rode,

I took the much less travelled road.

I felt once more like a little girl,

As the wind blew, and I rode with a swirl.

Being a lady all the time,

I was getting bored.

The simple joys of life, I let unfold.

My heart leaped as I recollected

The cycle races, with flowers in my basket.

The first day was so exhilarating,

Just four rounds and I was panting.

It brought a smile back on my face,

Was a happy sight as everyone gazed.

My friends took turns & enjoyed it plenty.

Kids loved watching, their new cycling aunty.

                    

--- Rashmi Gore

                          

I wonder

I Wonder

I go out for lunch,

Several movies I watch

But the sorrow 

Doesn't seem to diminish

I wonder,

When this sorrow will vanish?

I laugh with my kids,

Several songs with them I sing

What real happiness

To my heart will bring?

I cook yummy dishes,

Shop for worldly things

What will lessen this sorrow,

Can you think of such a thing?

I know you won't come back ever

Won't something make me happy forever?

You were my greatest strength

With you I could talk at length

I can never forget you, however I wish

My sorrow may never diminish

Sleepless nights I will spend

For several days on end

Will my grief ever come to an end?

Is there happiness.... around the next bend?

Rashmi Gore.
9-9-09