Finding Rest In Mumbai

Two thousand miles I traveled for peace,

Too much noise, shouting,

Too much negativity where home is.

Came by flight, slept on three chairs

Some gave me whiskey and said, 'Cheers!'

Could not sleep so I left, they took money, who cares.

Found room two miles away, shared by eight,

Sometimes they played very loud music,

Sometimes, over wifi or food, they had a fight

Found a new place, crammed as first one,

Shared by a guy talking to his girl every night at two.

Attached to a toilet shared by fourteen.

Already fed up, nowhere to go, a truck driver,

Got me another place, ridden with bed bugs,

And mosquitoes, for which he was the broker.

Found a fifth place, a very tiny dorm,

Had a plump old lady as roommate, till a guy.

Cajoled me to move where he stayed with crazy mom.

Was ready to move to a village filled with creepy,

Drunkards and beggars, then I found the,

Perfect room, where now I always feel sleepy.