Lost in the whispers of the city\'s India,
Where skyscrapers touch the clouds and dreams succumb.
Amidst the hustle, in the urban clamor,
I stand, a wanderer, an anonymous grammar.
Not just a dot on the map, a mere locale,
But a melody sung in a cosmic tale.
Here, where neon lights paint the night,
I find myself in the labyrinth of city light.
On the edge of horizons, where possibilities gleam,
In the city\'s heartbeat, a rhythm unseen.
Among faces unknown, stories untold,
This is where I am, a novel yet to unfold.