I take the train
From working days to a holiday
In the summer, when I’m wet
I take the train

It’s crowded, it’s messy
But thank god for the train
It’s fast as it’s cheap
It’s for everybody, but mostly it’s for me

In rush hours when I go numb
Body bruises and verbal abuses
Jump in, pushed out
I take the train

Rubbing shoulders with the masses
Racing hard to catch a slow
Smelly armpits and sweat from noses
I love the train and the magic that it holds

- The spirit of Mumbai.