Pursuit

Raise an anthem to them Who shouts Mumbai Mumbai Those in the first flush of life Mother Indian's pride, With all of its ache and gain; Of its viles and sublimes. Bombay Bombay Every young Indian, of you bethink, To take the pains of height attained, By many a man gone back a time Tis the young Indian's dream, The very gleams As to reach the height of fate Indian's call to fame, Lovers flight to flame Beauty seen in every late night show From the cradling arms Of a mother's love, The eyes though dim Are set afoot to fly. Against the high and stormy gale, The young Indian set his course t'assail Always standing tall, with every fall so low I'm not a young Indian But I have heard of tales, Of so great a people, Full of strength and avarice To take their fate in hands; Bite off more that they can chew; Yet for life and Mumbai, They'd gladly never take a bow ~ Pursuit