The city of hope,
The city of dreams,
The very heart;
This city never
sleeps.
The sea by which
Promises are made;
People sit watching,
As the sun’s rays fade.
The streets chaotic,
Never a dull moment;
The night sky
Turns a cynic ‘to a poet.
The underworld and
Underhand dealings;
The endless wait at
Official court
hearings.
The crowded trains
Are used by lakhs,
No thought for others;
Babies crammed on laps.
Yet there is something
About the eternal
city;
It’s boundless love,
It’s versatile beauty.
Amid all the mayhem
You won’t be alone,
There will always be,
Another weary soul.
Of the city herself;
She doesn’t grow old;
She may be tired,
But she is still bold.
And if she loves you,
Be assured, my friend,
Your hard times are
gone,
Your luck is on the
mend.
She’ll look after you
while
Bursting at the seams;
This city of hope,
This city of dreams.
