and skin turns white
when the days turn shorter
and longer are the night
When the lotion industries prosper
along with cotton factories
when the cold breeze caress
every single leaf of a tree
Mumbai winters are a treat
enjoyed by poor rich and all
whether its espresso shots at barista
or a roadside cutting chai stall
The joy of swathed in sheets
and the AC turned full blast
is a winter treat for us
while uncle sam looks aghast
Someone correctly said
that winters are the worst for those with no warm memories to spare
but don't you love winters? with thick sweaters and miniskirts to bare
Of all winter memories
I've seen in Mumbai
includes hot sambhar from Mrs rai
or even better was the hot shot in a suit drinking roadside chai
Winters are my favorite seasons
strawberry malai ice cream in naturals
and a host of other reasons
Winter brings all this
plus a treat called santa
honored by marathi tamil and gujratis and plus mr braganza
Mumbai winters are best enjoyed
by students with early morning classes
oh the lovely joy of cracked lips and fogged up glasses
I have no clue how to end this poem
with so much left to say
i wish winter lasts long
I'm not eagerly waiting for May.
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