I always remain myself, through weathers of eternity: A poem 

I remember that slow traffic, 

and the chaos, mounted by irritation 

and frustration. Of course, that belief 

in enigmatic Karma brings patience, 

even when the guns of aliens took 

the seven islands and called them Bombaim; 

You can see the subsequent misappropriation 

of property belonging to someone else, 

to become someone else’s dowry  

Were you just a dowager without entitlements 

as you were renamed Bombay?

Were you made or broken? 

Did you stand up or were taken? 

Me, there is no question of loss of identity 

Even with an unintended migration, 

I remained myself, and will remain myself 

through all the events of transmigration 

Even all this eternity cannot misplace me!