You will find me in a million beating hearts.
In the clutter of the Dadar market,
In the chai -sutta of the rebellious city teen.
In the waves that sweep through the shores of Marine drive.
In the misty coffee houses of Matunga,
In the dingy slums of Dharavi,
In the chic bungalows of Juhu tara.
In the alluring charms of Kamathipura,
In the abusive banter of the fish mongers.
In the first rains that soak the children,
In the humid summers that drench everyone in sweat.
The groovy nights at blue frog,
The blissful prayers at Siddhivinayak.
In the buzzing streets of bandra,
Or the country-side bliss of vasai.
In every heaving-breath of a Virar local,
In the saddened silences of Tata hospital.
In the legendary evenings of Prithvi theatre,
In the infinite aimless games of cricket at the oval maidan.
In the cheers for the Mumbai Indians,
In the masked smiles of the LGBT pride parade.
From the nalli nihari and the salli boti
To the masala dosa and vada pav.
From the pillars of gateway,
To the roads of palm beach .
I’m a heaven for dreamers.
I’m the love child of chaos and tranquility.
I’m the unbreakable spirit.
I’m the euphoric emotion.
I am you .I am me.
I am Mumbai.