Summer crescent was riding high in Maximum city,
walked miles in the sweltering heat,
craving for cane juice to quench the thirst.
Trains ambled at the station,
whistle of station master,
crowd wriggle their way inside the jam packed local.
A taste of humans gone berserk, refreshing cane juice and trains.
Slice of life in the city that never sleeps,
hope keep us alive, spirit of the city make us grow leaps and bounds.