I am the Soil…
With a history so royal…
A past of gold,
And an age that is really old.
From wars to struggles…
From singles to snuggles…
I have seen it all,
And grown, despite the juggles.
A land so vast…
Filled with cultural blast…
I value every corner,
Each person and even the most visited foreigner.
With Ghats on the west…
And Plateaus to the east…
Surrounded by water,
I am every traveler’s feast.
Wildlife and parks…
Forests and barks…
Hill stations so pretty,
I also own an arc shaped city.
The queen’s necklace…
The city that doesn’t sleep…
Mumbai is the feather in my cap,
With the will power and zeal to grow, so deep.
Money is minted here…
From Dollars to Euros…
Sensex is the daily bread,
The ups and downs in the bureaus.
A state with passion…
And cities at top rank in fashion…
You would know me only if you visit,
Maharashtra…the soil that grows with compassion.
4 comments:
u shld have added one footnote to this entire poem of urs.........
"JAI MAHARASTHRA" :)
Amazing Divs.........dint knw u do have tht writer within.....believe it or not...i too have a blogspot which is blank since two months......god knows wen wld i actually get tht inspiration to right......i envy u on this yaar ;)
ahem ahem..thanku thanku....
Div Thumps up ..
Nice one once again ..
The only thing i can say is
"Amchi Mumbai" :)
hehehehe...i luv mumbai
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