Life's tough here they say
every minute counts they say
You don't stop walking, to look at a shop
there's a sea of people pushing from the top
Here, curses of all kinds are heard
expressing the collective pain suffered
You need to let your pain show
otherwise how would she know?
the high-heeled girl with a bow,
who just stamped on your toe
Bound to be hit at least once a day
elbowed, stamped on or pushed away
you scream, curse and let everyone know
that you are one of them now; and this pain- you know.
You stand out, by sticking in
You live on, by giving in
Where crowds float
and the trains gloat
Isn't it a hit
this Mumbai spirit?
