What is she doing into the lanes and streets of the bazaar,
A lonely young
And poor girl,
Chatting on the ordinary mobile handset,
Smiling and babbling by herself,
Is this that the cinema has given to her,
Is it going to be an instance of Bombayan philanthropy
Where the hero will come upon
And rescue her and give shelter to?
Oh, Bombay shows the false dreams of
And the teenagers fail to comprehend it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem