I like to be here, when I can

January evenings in Bombay - as crisp as it can get

Feel the breeze in my hair as I watch the sun set

The sky turns blue to orange and then a deep red

"Mumbai beats New York", I had once said, and I say it again!

Marine Drive, Central Park or the Big Ben,

Sights and memories to cherish, but then

Bombay is home and as far as I may span,

I like to be here, when I can.

As I walk down the necklace before the sun sets

The children frolic as they run behind their pets

The oldies relax and breathe the fresh air

While taxis await to take them home to the wheel-chair

The lovers love and the loners stare

At the golden path the sun lays on the sea.

As free as a man can possibly be,

I walk down my favorite place in the world.

With each passer-by like a mystery would unfold

I connect the dots of their unrelated lives

Submerged in chaos, ambition, joy and strife.

The city I love, I must leave with only a smile and no grief

While I travel the world fulfilling selfish dreams

Bombay is in my heart and in my mind its set

Like every note and every beat of a song.

One day I'm bound to be back, back to where I belong

I will not tire, and I will not sweat

'Cause the journey home is never too long.

Bombay is home and as far as I may span,

I'd like to be here, when I can.