Ode to Mumbai 3 – She said we’re rats

The air today it reeks of sorrows wild.
The smoke from cars and trucks and burning trash
The fumes off burning hearts that used to dream
The sordid lusts of hawks who thirst for blood.

She said, “We’re rodents, obviously my love.
Just rats who scurry endlessly with hope.
But rats are rats and rats don’t get to hope
Rats, evaporate before they know.”

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