City of Hope

A city covered in its own dust
with people filled with hunger and lust

Skyscrapers meet scraps of the slum
noise takes over the birds' hum

Chaos, mayhem - there is a wild rush
Daring ocean is the land's crush

The crowd is running, searching for its soul
Waiting for the destiny's dices to roll

Beneath this bedlam, there exists hard work
Workings of night and day, making this circus berserk

Emotions run high here, aspirations even higher
A very few do make it, but everyone's a trier

All are visitors, lost are its own
Beside the ocean - winds of liberty are blown

But also comes along a saffron-green thunder
The turn of events sometimes makes one wonder

Is it the crowd or the Arabian sea,
Who is staring at the ocean of people?

The day is running, night is dope
Still it is called the city of hope

— Rohit Mungre