City does sleep..

The first day I moved to the city, was excited it would be great fun and the month next will show me a new life. Having experienced few other metro cities, I looked forward to this experience and here are few lines which don’t summarise, but give a glance of the impression about the city I have started loving.. Mumbai

They call it awake, I feel it sleeps

When cross the roads, sometime with the crowd, sometimes against I believe
Drunk or out of work reasons unknown to me
They are lying down all over the road till noon deep asleep

In trains all tied she aims to grab a seat
She runs for the corner, even if train empty
But once she gets comfortable, she even misses the station so sound asleep

The old woman sells stuff in train and earns few bucks per piece
When a burqa clad gives her fifty rupees as alms she doesn’t know what to speak
Gives all the blessings, silently and in respite tobacco she chews and goes off to sleep

At midnight when I walk and experience the beauty of moon in the sea
The waves cross over and mesmerise the soul and there you see
He lies, eyes closed and it is not a nap but a deep drenched sleep

And some days, you hear a noise, a spark and all get a reason to grieve
A witness to blast, speechless she is and we all are too deprived of sleep
But somewhere in his home the powerful was sleeping for years three

They call it awake, I feel it sleeps
Let the sleep be never let free
There should be no next time to weep
They deserve the right to glee and leap...