Words of polyglots, I hear in crowd a lot, Horns of many trains, Awaken my sensible brain, Commuters like the atomic dance, Shoot in different directions, Lighted platforms at stations, Commuters to destinations, A city of its own, Progress in boom.
From Mumbai I part, With sore in my heart, My swinging sad soul, Is to an unknown goal, I seem drifted, As the days pass by, They take me away, From my Mumbai days.
