At dusk Mumbai was flooded with honey.
As with anything else in the city,
not all are equally interested.
Some want to know if it is organic,
some others feel it's cruel to steal from the bee
and a third category is sceptic about its origin.
If you step out, you can see people collecting it.
In jars, glasses and even in briefcases.
Some people are smearing each other with it,
and some others are capitalising it.
I sat at Marine drive, look at the beach
wondering why can't I collect any?
I can ask the guy next me to collect some for me,
but still why can't I collect any?
Inspired by Magic Realism Bot's Twitter Page.
As with anything else in the city,
not all are equally interested.
Some want to know if it is organic,
some others feel it's cruel to steal from the bee
and a third category is sceptic about its origin.
If you step out, you can see people collecting it.
In jars, glasses and even in briefcases.
Some people are smearing each other with it,
and some others are capitalising it.
I sat at Marine drive, look at the beach
wondering why can't I collect any?
I can ask the guy next me to collect some for me,
but still why can't I collect any?
Inspired by Magic Realism Bot's Twitter Page.
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