Siren Of The Arabian Sea

Every hour, she opens the door-(19°04′22″ N, 72°52′57″ E)

To them who come with dreams.

Some do keep up with her ever-changing pace,

While some are left panting and breathless on the floor.

She will pull you in- then push you away

But if you stand firm, and for long enough,

You will find yourself…

(Trapped) ankle-deep in her sandy embrace: 26ft above sea level.

Belongingness is only the debt that you pay-

For having lived here

Jara hat ke

Jara bach ke

Yeh hai Bombay

Meri jaan.

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