BOMBAY

              BOMBAY

Human beings all around

But how HUMANE a being really is?

Often crossing paths walking down a narrow street

No conversations but only a shallow greet

Faces that exhibit a superficial gratification

Hidden amidst the crowd is the gripping shadow of isolation

Promising dreams that seem like glittering gold

Luring masses at ideas easily bought and sold

You've made poets, you've made writers and story tellers

Offered platforms and woven several characters

Boasting of the gleeming Queen's necklace

Where under each ornated strand of ligh