Glimmering Marigolds Through the tall windows the truth unfolds The golden lights glimmer like a line of marigolds.. Tall buildings trying to reach the mighty sky Or the azure sphere dampening their wish to earn more kwai? Admiring was I ,the beautiful "Queens Necklace" Gently knitting was it, an aspirational plexus. In front of the tall windows was the expansive sea, Sometimes being very motherly and sometimes a fat bully! At the pinnacle stood the mighty,triumphant arch, Witnessing many dreams blossom or parch. Mumbai, the city with a spirit of gold, Sculpting many stories that were left untold! Sculpting many stories that were left untold! Maneesha Purandare 3.2.18 WGC
Experiences penned in poetic form...