Mumbai, for you
Seven little holes, your gift
Pitch octave, seven seconds
Life flows, harmony grows
My city plays the flute again
Vijay © 12th July, 2006
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3 Comments:
.... perfect lines.. .. hats off 2 ya
perfect ode to the spirit of the city
wow!
What explosive irony, in its quiet suasions.
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