It stood standstill
For a brief moment
Then again it started
Then again it went.

With its routine
As vague as itself
A routine wheel like
Of no one ones interest.

Few stops now and then
To grab a few smiles
Few words it holds on
Just before they are gone.

Then again the wheels go
On a road not yet laid
With a routine, it has known
Not yet tried.

Small dedication to people of Mumbai..a city Ive grown to love so much that it can never cease to be a part of me..