Through the empty non-dreamy eyes of a slum dweller
Every day, i see the city of dreams…
After the marvelous sculpturing of Kanheri Cave,
After the magnificent Gateway of India,
The beauty of Taj(hotel) held my breath,
And he gave a crooked smile to the menu,
He took me to Marine Drive and then Chowpatty,
And allowed me to feel the fragrance of bhutta .
I purposely looked at his yellow paced face,
When he was looking at the Worli Sea Face,
When we reached Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminal,
He shouted with all his heart… jai Maratha,
I know, how to pray with folded hands,
So at Siddhivinayak, I prayed for him,
When we entered the Film City,
He acknowledged me; this is the heaven of dreamers,
I instantly asked him about his any secret dream,
He said quietly, I am happy as a tour guide
Until I get a chance,
A chance of becoming the next Shahrukh Khan.
Before midnight, he offered me a Vada pav
The only buffet he could afford…
He is asleep now
I am still awake
Well now if you care about his name
Let me tell you that he hasn’t one
He is just a Slumdog of Dharavi
And I am the consciousness of that Slumdog…
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