I woke up late last night to see what was outside my window. A darkness that had engulfed the slum next to my apartment. And the irony of Mumbai being called where night never falls, fell upon me.
Life moves before the living do,
Among the skyscrapers
Behind the high walls,
Safe and dry.
Moving with speed
All day and all night.
Bombay never sleeps.
Getting drenched in the rain,
Smiling in the train.
On the pavement.
Under the sheet covered roofs.
Only rushing past,
To come back and lay at last.
Mumbai sleeps tonight.
Life moves before the living do,
Among the skyscrapers
Behind the high walls,
Safe and dry.
Moving with speed
All day and all night.
Bombay never sleeps.
Getting drenched in the rain,
Smiling in the train.
On the pavement.
Under the sheet covered roofs.
Only rushing past,
To come back and lay at last.
Mumbai sleeps tonight.
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