Even though I am enveloped
inside Zoom Google meets
endless talks on ways of world
the sounds of rain continues to intercept
its soft whooshing sounds
its frightening shriek
the droplets dripping down the pane
No, i don't walk down
not in this rain
dare not go down the slippery streets
where cars like motorboats
whizz pass my lane
but then I have not
even when there were no rain
they tell me
the streets are flooded now
there is a lake view in every lane
though nobody uses the metro nowadays
the railway tracks are blocked again
Mumbai city, my concrete love
it disappoints me, time to time
Covid cases beat stock market
rain fizzles all travel plans
blame not people
Mumbaikars not bad
they have seen worst times
but still they dare.
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