My bai is lying on Platform 12
Instead of the martinis at the Taj
Dhobitalao is lying dry, shaken!
I turn my face to the Arabian Sea
Why is Chowpatty so quiet?
Who in heaven`s name told the Bhaiya to decamp,
I need my dahipuri!
Shiv`s sainiks, come out of your holes
In Bhandup, Kurla, Worli and Karjat
I need your help to mop up the blood
The Sensex is lying senseless, bleeding!
My usual pimp in Colaba is missing
Heaven help me if I have to endure
Yet another night in drunken agony
Without my regular bar girl for company!
Not even a candle can I hold
I tried but the grenade blasts from the
Trident`s lobby keep blowing it out
Blast it!
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