In Amchi Mumbai ....

In Amchi Mumbai
there are no byes....
for aged hearts and
young hearts,
for Tuka and Kabira,
you and me.
They put down their
iPads and mobiles on table tops
for brun pavs, wada pavs,
kanta pohes and chais
served by compassionate bhaiyas,
with Siya Ramji kis, free.
When did Tuka meet Kabira
at the Drive?
And when Vithoba, Rakkumai?
When the seas and winds were high
leaving all with sighs?
Or, when sea and wind fell
leaving life for
Tuka and Kabira
to jive and joy,
put notes to songs
smiles to times .....
on the Drive.
Changes will be
time tables will not be;
comings yes, goings no.
In Amchi Mumbai
there are no byes.
Will be ever so
till time and space,
waves and winds
Tuka and Kabira
will not be...
and that for sure will not be.
In Amchi Mumbai
there are no byes.
And that is for sure,
say Tuka and Kabira
rolling dice on Marine Drive.
A promise Amchi Mumbai
lives by.
In Amchi Mumbai
there are no byes.