You haven’t seen Mumbai’s most remarkable side,
Until you’ve been through an enthralling local ride.
Inheriting a variety of passengers having some rude souls to some really pretty,
It’s not for nothing that it’s nicknamed- ‘lifeline of the city’.
Where 08:13 is 08:13, not a minute more or less,
When one train would be called off the charts nobody can guess.
Having no assurance of whether all days may go according to plan,
It’s always a good decision to start as early as you can.
Instilling punctuality in an individual at it’s best,
It’s only during monsoons that the system slightly goes down to rest.
From beginning the journey to reaching a destination,
One can witness a plethora of human emotions.
Rediscovering the daredevil inside you that you never knew,
‘Cause one day you finally boarded a running train to become one of the very few.
Transforming non-peak hours to observe a bogie shopping spree,
Children can be found selling to earn for their happiness and glee.
The bhajan kirtans after a tiresome day is enough to win over your heart,
No other songs can be compared to these melodies in your ipod or mp3 cart.
The new folks seem confused after going through the Local-Lines Map,
While the regular folks can be spotted having a blissful nap.
Window seats are the ones which spontaneously get filled,
So the rest choose to stand footboard to enjoy the warm thrills of the wind.
Some shouting curses to get inside the crowded train with a brawl,
But to sum up it makes routine feel a less dreary overall.
Sometimes trains may get late,
Sometimes there are mishaps taking place,
With an equivalent probability of when a ticket-checker and another calamity will arrive,
The perpetual spirits and hopes of Mumbaikars is what keeps the city alive.