Mumbai is rich,
Mumbai is poor.
Mumbai is fast,
Mumbai is slow.
Little bit sweet,
ittle bit sour,
Sometimes it’s hot,
but not too more’.
Mornings are energetic,
evenings are electric,
Noons are lazy,
but Nights are crazy.
And any one you ask,
he always says “M busy”,
Dude, life in Mumbai,
Is not so easy.
There is lot of Masti,
with little bit of Maska,
Welcome to the city,
that can’t live, without Bollywood Chaska.
From cooker whistles to the traffic jam horns,
From steaming tea kittles to breaking nut-bettles,
From telephone rings and doorbell brings,
There are people connecting through whatsapp pings.
Where there’s little time to spare for kids,
People here spend their lives on bids,
Here you actually pay your travel fare by meter,
But milkman mixing water is not a cheater.
Sev puri and bhel puri are all Mumbai chaat,
Relishing it with spicy chutney is no easy art,
From popcorn to ice-cream, all sold on cart,
Mumbai o Mumbai, you’re always close to my heart.
Where local trains usually run on time,
And violently rushing for a seat is not a crime,
Here 3 PM for lunch and 12 AM to dine,
People face hardships, but still say “it’s fine”.
From Mt Mary in Bandra to Mumba Devi in Town,
And ISKCON in Juhu to Haji Ali in Mumbai’s Crown,
Faith runs deep as the Arabian Sea,
But people don’t hesitate to pay early darshan fee.
Marathi, Punjabi, Gujarati and Bengali,
Everyone together celebrate Id and Diwali,
Holi is colorful and Christmas is cheerful,
Spend some time here and your life will be unforgetful.
Billionaire to beggars, all found in this city,
Be careful dude, this place is a bit witty,
Overall this dreamworld is huge but pritty,
Mumbai o Mumbai you’re wonderful city.
Overall this dream world is huge & pretty,
Mumbai o Mumbai, you’re a wonderful city.
MUMBAI is like mother to millions.
Afterall a mother is called,
MUM in English
BA in Gujarati
AI in Marathi
(PS: This is not my writeup, a bit modified version of the forwarded message that I received on whatsapp. Found this as very good read, hence shared)