In the heart of India's bustling city,
A spirit of resilience thrives,
Amidst the chaos, the struggle never dies,
For this is my Mumbai, my heart beats alive.
The sun rises, and the day begins,
As the city awakens from its slumber,
The streets come alive with a frenzied hum,
And I join the throng, determined to conquer.
The trains rush by, packed like sardines,
But I hold on tight, for this is my ride,
I push past the sea of faces,
And emerge victorious on the other side.
The air is thick with the scent of spices,
As vendors hawk their wares on the street,
I pause to sample their delights,
And my senses are filled with a sweet retreat.
The night descends, and the city transforms,
As neon lights dance in the dark,
I weave through the crowds with a sense of pride,
For this is my Mumbai, my heart beats alive.
The struggles may never truly end,
But I am a part of this vibrant scene,
And I will continue to fight and persevere,
For this is my Mumbai, my heart beats alive.
