I am Mumbai.

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.