Come one, come all for she calls you
With arms open wide to hold all your dreams
Don't let the crowds, the smells overwhelm you
And it is but a myth that this city is bursting at its seams.
For you shall find just the perfect space for you
In crowded buildings and packed trains you'll fit right in.
But only if you don't let the pace sweep you off you feet
You will find many opportunities even in the noisy din.
To practice your own catwalk into the life you dreamed
On her concrete corridors decked with amber streetlights
And you will start to notice that chaos and order run like parallel train tracks
Carrying every single person in this city, no matter what their plight.
And you shall find friends among strangers as they shift
to graciously offer you that fourth spot on the seat.
They may not smell or talk like you yet you'll find
That your dreams create that common ground for you to meet
As you will discover over casual chats over bhel and cutting chai
Standing in stairways lined with stains of paan
ज़रा हटके ज़रा बचके, यह है Bombay मेरी जान!
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