Mumbai

Mumbai : The Stone Movers

They run like wind kissed leaves,
Moving earth in Sophoclian heaves
Impervious glazed eyes
Tangled in rocky ties
Detached unto skies
In heated, imbalanced lands
They blast with raw hands
Load them in neat strands
Truckloads of hopes
Tie them in despair ropes
Pack all their dreams
Write home in stone reams.
Sit atop a joy ride reclaimed
Dump them by the sea-side
The boulders to be sucked
Into the abyss of the seaweed.

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