I am born.
I am born today.
Not from the fires of hell,
Or the womb of a mother.
I am born of this city,
Its crowded stifling streets,
And the cleansing evening breeze.
I am born of contrasts
And of rioutous festivals.
I am born of hunger and greed and,
Of ravenous luxury and filth.
I am every body in the city
And everybody is me.
I am Mumbai.
