Fed up of the days mundane,
She fancied the idea of change,
To quit the life so sane,
Pack the bags and simply escape.
where no place shall ever seem silly,
She found herself drifting already,
China, France, Vegas, Italy,
Each one seemed fresher than lily.
Dancing on the tunes of "Niagara falls",
"Maid of the mist" was on top of all,
Exploring the botany in the "Central park",
Till the legs ached and it was dark,
Lights on the "Brooklyn bridge" shining bright,
"Time square" still gave it a tough fight.
Could "Statue of liberty" be missed at all?
Manhattan skyline standing tall.
The skyline reminded her of Mumbai always,
"Marine drive" on the rainy days,
Shopping like crazy on "linking road",
"Juhu chowpatty" and the street food,
Watching the sun drown in the deep sea water,
Catching the local train to get home faster.
Mumbai girl can find peace nowhere else,
She realised, here itself her heart dwells.
Wanderer at heart, she would never stop roaming,
But there always has to be homecoming,
Combing the beautiful memories through,
One has to join back routine with energy new.
For the change once thought,
Has to be again sought,
Else it will be permanent too,
To be a routine, boring true.