The city that will never sleep/
That will either awe you or make you weep/

Where the rich rub shoulders with the poor/
Where impossible opposites meet/
And in this, lies its grandeur/
She’s Mumbai; arms outstretched, always cheerful and upbeat

The morning sees her buzzing busy, embracing all kinds
Her invisible vein of love, in an unbreakable bond, all and sundry, it binds

Her lifelines; zanzy cars and the BEST and the local
Our Mumbaiyya lives ‘bindaas’, is always vocal

But then, Mumbai isn’t at all times, rosy
Accepts all but not always cosy.

But when calamity befalls, bombs blast or rains fall,
In unison do the mumbaikars rise
And beware the forces that threaten the metropolis!