Mumbai’s Luminous Empress

A poetry where the waves notices everything and speaks thought rising and falling tides.

Since time’s first breath, she’s lingered long,
Absorbing truths where masks belong.
Through veils of night, her whispers weave,
In shadows deep, where secrets grieve.

She wanders far, from shore to shore,
A keeper of tales, of joys and lore.
The moon, her guide, in silent vow,
Has graced her tides with silver brow.

In gleaming arcs, she softly sighs,
A beacon where the starlight lies.
Monsoons script verses upon her face,
With steaming tea and dreams' embrace.

She stands—unyielding, vast, and bold,
A witness to the tales untold.
She’s seen love bloom, she’s heard hearts break,
Yet holds them whole in her embrace.

Through quiet tears the midnight spills,
Her sorrows woven in ocean quills.
Yet grand she rises, crowned in light,
A siren draped in jewelled night.

A symphony sung in whispered gleam,
Where wanderers lose themselves in dream.
A queen adorned in heaven’s grace,
Whose heart beats in this city’s place.

She’s seen the wars, the silent cries,
The love that soars, the hope that dies.
Yet ever strong, she stands in might,
A guiding flame through Mumbai’s night.

Yes, that is she—the midnight’s muse,
The waves, the winds, the city’s hues.
A sentinel where souls revive,
The Queen’s Necklace—Marine Drive.