Sweet and Salty drops of water running down my cheeks
Peek-a-boo misty curtains giving a sneak peek
Dark clouds and muddy water in overflowing drains
Feel the familiar air as I slither through the Mumbai Rains
Each frame here has got so much to speak
An untold story, a crazy life going from loud to meek
As I spot the locals running swiftly over land and water
I get a reassurance that nothing has changed even after the slaughter
The spirit of human soul is still burning bright
One can only attempt to destroy the body in sight
The invisible mind is still free, ready to fight again
Surviving against all odds, sipping the cutting chai in Mumbai Rains
