Jab suraj aankhen band kare, sajke nikalti hai Mumbai ... kabhi uljhati, kabhi girati, kabhi sambhalti hai Mumbai ... kabhi baap ka thappad, kabhi maa ki godh hai Mumbai ... tang galiyon ki bul-bulaiyan, kabhi phaila samundar hai Mumbai ... pal pal kachole badalti jhole ka pitara hai Mumbai ... sapno bhari aankhon ka, beghar banjaron ka, mohabbat ke maaron ka aasra hai Mumbai ... kabhi sangdil toh kabhi humdil ... pairon mein chakkar dale har pal daudti hai Mumbai ... maano toh maya nagri, na maano toh patthar ka shehar hai Mumbai
When the sun closes his eyes, then Mumbai adorns and comes out ... Mumbai at times is confusing, at times it's stumbling, at times it gets up ... at times Mumbai is a slap from a father, at times it's the lap of a mother ... Mumbai is a maze of tight streets, and sometimes it's like a vast spread ocean ... Mumbai is a trunk of disguises that change every moment ... Mumbai is the hope for the eyes filled with dreams, for nomads without a house, for lovers lost in love ... at times it's cruel and at times it's affectionate ... Mumbai runs all the time on its legs ... if you believe in Mumbai then it's a magical city, if you don't believe in Mumbai then it's a city of stones
by: Prem Chopra () as General
