Sometimes we have to compromise on our dreams.       Sometimes we have to compromise on our dreams.      

But as the wind calmly weaves patience into my hair, there’s a ghost of a smile on my face... But as the wind calmly weaves patience into my hair, there’s a ghost of a smile ...

The poem defines the situation when one finds that his dreams have vanished but he should be optimis... The poem defines the situation when one finds that his dreams have vanished but ...

Mumbai is rich, Mumbai is poor. Little bit sweet, Little bit sour. Mumbai is rich, Mumbai is poor. Little bit sweet, Little bit sour.

Mumbai.. city of dreams... Mumbai.. city of dreams...