Mumbai Meri Jaan

The place where work is worship
Where there’s no time to give work a slip
Where people come from all around the world
To earn some money or make some gold
Where bomb blasts and terrorism fails to conquer
Where the spirit of the people never falters
Where malpractices and corruption are always on the paper
Where there are less buyers and more takers
Where there is more garbage on roads than in bins
Where people don’t have time for their kin
Where poor live in huts and look thin
Where money is the only key to survive
Where weak and beggers are left to die
Where life is a ocean and people are ready to dive
Where Bad and selfish are more than Good men
Where there are leopard on streets than in dens
Where roads are full of potholes
Where trains are crowded and men hang on poles
Where pure air is a matter of history
Where teens are not as interested in books as in chemistry
Where lovers try to find a place of privacy
Where political parties try to show their supremacy
Where the city looks like a swimming pool in monsoon
Where mothers ask their children to come home soon
Where TV serials are given more time
Where exercise and workout occurs only once a while
Where wealth is the sole moto of life
Where men find less time for their wife
Where children are addicts to internet
Where there is more clay than prey in the fishing nets
Where afforestation is inversely proportional to growth in population
Where there less people in homes than in railway stations
Where people are very much dependent on BEST
Where the working class dont have time to rest
Where life is a test and you have to prove your best
This is the Indian city to the west
Which people call Mumbai – The MIGHTIEST


-Nishith