Bandra Poem by Hardik Vaidya
Bandra
Living 2 Minutes in your arms.
Everyday for the past,
40 years of wait.
My 20 something's,
60 Nothing's.
End of one rat.
No poison, no traps.
Un trapped and alive.
Despite Pied Pipers.
20 full days,
My life spent in your cheese.
What remains is dedicated,
To Bhayander.
Hardik Mahesh Vaidya.
Bandra is an upscale suburb of Mumbai.
Bhayendar is a suburb up north where labor breathes its last.
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