My City

Mumbai, The Land of dreams,

She never lost her gleam.

Mumbai, she is known for her people, their courage and spirit.

Queen of India, She had jewels on her crown,

No one could make her bow down.

A City, She never slept, 

Even in pain, She never wept.

Now, why does she sleep during the day  ??

And, Why does she weep everyday ???

Why do her people now have more prying eyes than helping hands ??

What has happened to her ? Please make me Understand.

Where is My City ? Has she died?

For I miss her and my soul has cried.

What has changed you Dear Mumbai?  where have you gone?

Why is your kindness nowhere to be found ??

Tell me now, I have been looking for answers all around !!

Rise... and Change

No matter how old she is, She may be a 1 month old baby, a teenager, a mother or a grandmother.
Every minute someone is violating her in some way or another. 
Sometimes by his eyes, Sometimes by his words and actions... and sometimes doing the worst Violating her sexually... He may be known or Unknown. He makes her a victim of his dirty mind. 

what do we do ???
We Protest !!! Arrange for Candle light marches, rallies and much more.
We have a debate on News channels... We talk about what happened & why.
And then after a week or month we forget and lead on with our lives...

Who has the time ?? Our nation is Corrupt..! Best is to settle abroad... !! There is nothing Left in India !! India is just going down now.. - This is what we say, rather blame.

I was no different. But today I am going to promise myself...
No more talking, No more walking in rallies and no more protesting.
I will be the change I wish to See!!! I will take charge of India !!!

I will Rise and So will India !