19 till I die

An Ode to Colaba Causeway To those who haven’t been here I’d like to to say, You’re missing a glamour-fest Everyday For every inch is glamour doused From Regal Cinema to the Electric House Bracing the Café christened Leopold Is a bustling market, fairly old. Keep your money to yourself Away from predatory merchants They lure you with trinkets and T-shirts And lockets and pendants And telescopes and DVDs And other wasteful commodities. I suggest you trudge along In your head, sing a song For just watching is no sin Plainly, to avoid greed’s din. You’ll see many things be assured And many a beggar have endured But sadly have slapped them aside Like ticks pricking the conscience inside. At night you look overhead And see the sky black and dead “Where are the stars?” They ask sans delight Then look around… Smile And bask in starlight The stars descend everynight To this streach of road: young and neon bright They take every shape, colour and size And boldly drape to please the eyes. Every