When I was in Mumbai

Across the border of states I found a place where dreams come true
From pauper to prince so many stories I wish I stared into
The city is a hunter of dreams and I’m a dreamer; a paradox it seems
The rain splattered an earthy tone as people kept splashing towards their goals
Unrequited love the sea has with the city walls; waves kept splashing on lifeless rocks
A trend has set and mind is made in the city maze, weary are the towers to storms thunderous games
Between roar of sea and the city I always walk the line, forgotten are not lessons of history in cognisance of time
The palace stood astute old as an age, even the slums are not vacant acting on the daily stage
Many demons plagued this city all in vain, the pulse of valiance beats into city’s vein
Creating ruckus move on in this helter-skelter life; In brink of darkness saviour is city lights
When I was in Mumbai with every possibility I was alive

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