Drenching rains and bone cracking pains,

Still a person searches for his gains,

Living amongst fake trails and dirty games,

His heart whispers for the nth time,

Because

IT’S MUMBAI.

More crimes, no proofs

More minds but no moods,

Rich but unhealthy,

Here, even the best is no good

Because,

IT’S MUMBAI.

Empty pockets but fulfilled wishes,

Fully filled stomachs but corrupted wishes,

Gives the no-one a will to make it.

Because,

IT’S MUMBAI.

Crowds at 1am, traffic at 1pm

Black smoke all over the noses of city’s men,

Still it goes on, still it fights like it did yesterday,

Because

IT’S MUMBAI.

The rags the riches

The atheist the purist

All believe in the maximum city

Because

IT’S MUMBAI.

The food the culture

The people the couture

Everything is a mantra

Because

IT’S MUMBAI.

The guns the crimes

The alerts the fights,

Still a woman is out safe in the darkest of the night

Because

IT’S MUMBAI.

A queen’s necklace, a businessman’s briefcase

Food on its streets, gods on its feet

People on its roads but it is the nation’s heart

Because

IT’S MUMBAI.

Cricket at its peak, Sensex at its best

The common man suffers in the conquest for the best

Because

IT’S MUMBAI.

Sachin is the god and vadapav is the intricacy

Railways is the lifeline and the sea is the partner in crime,

Because

IT’S MUMBAI.

– Samarth Oza