Surya muskuraa rahe hain
his smirke is leading the slumdogs
of Bombays hot choles astray.
Look, they are holding hopefully
melting sunrays in their hands.
Aur to Indra ro rahe hain
his tears are washing the sorrow
of Mumbais galis away.
See, nacked feet are dancing
blissfully the kerbstone dance.
Between a smile and a sigh lies a Deadpan Street.