I walk through crowded streets trying to find a face
I pass by cold stares in search of a warm embrace
I get nothing in return… No smile, no stare
I walk with emptiness, uncoloured, unaware.
Its noisy, I know, but I cant hear it now
I am a part of this life, I know somehow
It gets erratic waking up to this everyday
I still smile and to work I make my way.
Traffic snarls, smoke and high humidity
That’s how I now define, my Mumbai city
Population on the rise, slums growing bigger
I cannot even see the sea, the smokes getting thicker.
There may not be anything but I cannot complain
After all this crowded city has helped me make my name
It has also given shelter to those who came in late
Even the ones who make money here and still curse their fate.