The Tale of a Zestful City

There is a city not too far

Where a human can walk faster than a car

This city can turn a beggar into a king

Here an operation is not just a surgery but also sting

This city boasts of being the capital of money

Asia’s biggest slum is here, Ain’t that funny?

This city houses universities that has so many scholars

This city resides people that live a month in 100 dollars

You see people running after money even at the cost of their life

Here languages are taller than mountains & words are sharper than knife

Thousands of people travel over here from one place to another

Here circumstances arise where your relative is your foe & a stranger is your brother

This city has a culture & an attitude of its own

“Chalta Hai” it is called & on the streets it has grown

The city has a lifeline which everyday draws blood

The people along with their sins are washed away in calamities like flood

2 years back the TAJ was thrown to the ground

And Mumbai was brought down to its knees

But the people over here soon forgot the pain

Thanks to increasing fees

Mumbaikar’s always learn to adjust

And they adjust time & again

Here a ‘Breaking News’ means nothing at all

& common man is always in pain.

This City has seen many high’s and low’s

And Nobody has the time to even feel pity

This is the story of Mumbai meri jaan

The Tale of a Zestful city

- Kenneth Savio Fernandes

THE WICKED WORLD

I entered this world 24 years back

But I realized its truth only now,

It gives you to eat as little as a ant

And milks you like a cow.

There are few days when there is nothing to eat

And then we have to beg,

In return the money lender asks for our toe

And in the bargain we loose our leg.

There was a time when I used money

With respect to my accord,

When that truth came out in the open

I was punished with a rod.

The words of my Lord say

"Happy are the poor for theirs is the kingdom of heaven"

But the world says that

"Happy are the rich for they have money and for them the earth is heaven"

I cry every day for lack of cash

Every tear has a glimpse of pain

On this satin cloth called the world

Poverty is a stain.

I want to just quit this world

And be happy in paradise,

Where happy will be the clean hearted

And no marks are allocated if you are wise.

I see this world as an evil place

A place where money is the God,

This for me is a big nightmare

Please rescue me Oh my Lord.

This world is definitely no place for me

I don’t want to be here,

Every poor person lives with just no food

Every poor person lives with fear.

I don't know how to change this world

Should I use a sword or a pen,

Where poor people are just a liability

Where money is mightier than men.

- Kenneth Savio Fernandes

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Dying Bit by Bit

Thousands of people come into this world

Thousands of homes are lit

The world is growing at a very fast pace

But dying bit by bit.

We pollute this world everyday

Humans in this world are a misfit

We kill everything and call it survival of the fittest

The world is dying bit by bit.

We build a house on a piece of land

And call it our homely pit

We make the rules and then break them all

To see our world dying bit by bit.

The greed of man has bought him his death

And yet we choose to sit

The world is crying with tears of blood

And dying bit by bit

If we do not do something soon enough

Our planet is going to take a major hit

I can’t see my world in a state like this

Dying Bit by Bit.

-Kenneth Savio Fernandes