Bombay thumps to a constant beatIn rhythm with the blood that rushes through herLanes and veins its way through theNarrower alleyways and streets. She pumps energy but groans when the sunShines its presence onto her humble organ;She is happier when it thunders. Never failing, always feeling.Living her way into the orange streetlights at Queen’s Necklace …
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The Howling Wind – poem
This is a poem about the wind who howls and cries for company. Nature accompanies him too.