Dear heart, its difficult living here
People pushing, running, as if to reach an event
But, its my Mumbai, my city, my love, my dear
At red, orange, green light, you may turn a deaf ear
To honking that go non stop, your patience spent
Dear heart, its difficult living here
Lip-smacking street food at every corner in high gear
See, he is eating Pani-Puri, now that's evident
Hello! My city, my love, my dear
Pity! I see pockets of slums, behind high rise in clear
Garbage, filth, naked children beg in neglect
Dear heart, its difficult living here
Strangers in local train may share their beer
At the click of a button, Uber, Ola are present
It's my Mumbai, my city, my love, my dear
A city that's bipolar with colourful headgear
People here are friendly, happy hundred percent
Dear heart, it may be difficult living here
But, its my Mumbai, my city, my love, my dear
People pushing, running, as if to reach an event
But, its my Mumbai, my city, my love, my dear
At red, orange, green light, you may turn a deaf ear
To honking that go non stop, your patience spent
Dear heart, its difficult living here
Lip-smacking street food at every corner in high gear
See, he is eating Pani-Puri, now that's evident
Hello! My city, my love, my dear
Pity! I see pockets of slums, behind high rise in clear
Garbage, filth, naked children beg in neglect
Dear heart, its difficult living here
Strangers in local train may share their beer
At the click of a button, Uber, Ola are present
It's my Mumbai, my city, my love, my dear
A city that's bipolar with colourful headgear
People here are friendly, happy hundred percent
Dear heart, it may be difficult living here
But, its my Mumbai, my city, my love, my dear
