A City where everything is possible,
especially the impossible
of which you are not responsible.
Where lovers first love
and then may marry,
Be it Tom, Dick or Harry
Where telephone bills
make a person very ill,
that can be cured only with a pill
Where carbon-dioxide is
more than a free oxygen,
As you near close to an open dustbin,
Where college canteens are full
and classes are empty,
Teasing welcomes a new entry,
Where a cycle reaches
faster than a car,
It doesn’t matter if you are a star,
Where sky scrapers overlook
a crowded slum,
you run for cover when monsoon come,
Where people first act
and then may think,
and pen their thoughts without a ink,
Where the roads see-saw
in wet and cruel monsoon,
a beggar learns to become rich soon,
Where the roads are leveled
when the minister arrives,
they are dug once more for one more trial
Where college admission
means you need hard cash,
Where cement is frequently mixed with ash.
This is Mumbai my dear,
But don't you fear,
just cheer and come to Mumbai
every year!
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