in the deep recess
far away from the light
lives a neanderthral.

a giant in size,
mind firmly lent
to the nether of ideas
and morals,
the neanderthral
was
but human in shape.

the neanderthral
got envious of a tiny
tree,
'lop it i must',
he said to himself.
tree and i cannot
stay together.

so decided
he took an oversized
sword,
aimed at the tree
and cut it into two.

but
of
the smart tree,
the felled part raised itself
and
the same tree stood again.

surprised,
but
angrier
the neanderthral
second time
dealt a mightier swipe.

again
cut but again
re-joined,
the giant was confused,
dismayed.

twice
repeated the murder,
up
again rose the tree,
livelier, more vibrant
and
challenging the ogre
for another swoop.

disheartened,
but
nevertheless
wising
upto the situation
the giant
conceding defeat
named the tree
Mumbai.

the city that refuses
to call it quits.

samyak jain

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/7-11-mumbai/