Bombay, of Hindus, Muslims, Christians br Cosmopolitan capitalist machinery, br Ornament of The Queen’s necklace br Sometimes, my heart cries for thee. br br The nihilists work to destroy br The energetic achievement, br But the street bravado lives br Free from religious confinement. br br Neither Rajas nor Fakirs built it br It was teak, muslin and indigo, br Of the intrepid British Sahib br Gave it The Kohinoor's glow. br br Ganesh, the god prospered br But ignorance was banished, br Confluence of East and West br Moksha of practicality flourished. br br It is the Gateway of India br Valued for Bollywood, br Bhel puri a testament br To life’s simple glory as it should. br br The snake charmer of Dharavi br Proud in his hut of poverty, br Dreams of whisking a bride like br Prithviraj on a stallion, with certainty. br br In this city of Untouchables br With your fate, choose anything to do, br Hoards of ambitious and brave br Slog daily, to build a life totally new. br br Bombay, success is thy name br Churning with life’s perpetual motion, br Your biggest claim to fame br Is to improve my situation.