Streets of Juhu, Mumbai

On the streets of lively Mumbai, Close to the sandy Juhu, They serve Chaat and Masala Chai, To make your heart go Yoohooo!! The English, Locals and Arabs! Jews, Africans and Chinese! Gather to the aroma of the herbs, And to relish the Indian Cuisine! Vending stalls have lined the route, As the natives and tourists wander in, Flanked by cycles, bikes and touts, Amidst the music and the din. This mela of colours and clothing, Will make a rainbow look white, travellers in town need updating, And wear colours that are bright! It is dusk, and it is getting dark, the street lights are coming on, Be warned of strangers in the park! Hide your wallet, or they will be gone! Watch the trash, the puddles at feet, And the stray dogs at your shin, At every shop a smiling greet, “Try our food! Please step in!” Unique, unique is this ensemble, On the streets of sweet Mumbai, Where petty human irks crumble, In the stream of gastronomic joy! See the Mexican laugh with the Texan, Over the Goan seafood platter, Even the Arab and Jew have taken, A place at the table together! The leaders at the United Nations, Who have failed to make a deal, Must learn from this congregation, How problems are solved at a meal! UN policies, treaties at the table, Have had no effect on peace, But sandy Juhu is ever so stable, For people eat and mix with ease! Let these vendors in Mumbai, Juhu, Take the lead in creating the peace, Let their Chai make you go Yoohoo, And hatred in the world will cease!! On the streets of lively Mumbai, Close to the sandy Juhu, They serve Chaat and Masala Chai, To make your heart go Yoohooo!!