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Mumbai awakes beneath a molten blaze,
Its veins alive with breath and burning sound.
Though night has fled, her echo still conveys
A hymn of fire that trembles underground.
I walk within a storm of heat and cries,
Yet feel her still in scent and midnight gleam.
She moves within the city's countless sighs,
A whispered thread that binds me to a dream.
This city is not built of stone alone,
It breathes, it calls, it lends its voice to need.
It gives its fire to hearts that walk unknown,
And plants within their wounds a living creed.
She is this city's soul, its pulse, its flame—
And through her gift, I'm never quite the same. |
