A Mumbaikar

runs steady to join the

blatant ruckus of the crowd

and finds himself amidst the toil

in the morning and climbs the 

fast local only to hurry.

Nothing passes silkily as the 

blaring and the compulsion to

ride withdraws the sting that a

Mumbaikar goes through daily.

At the foot-board hang many as

they enjoy the ugly green fields,

buildings, slums and the breeze

without noticing the menace that

clings but only do they hurry.

Munching breakfasts on their way

when there’s no place to stand

the climbers roar nicely:

“The train’s empty, move in!”

The peak hours being in the

morning and in the evening

is a must see for an outsider

where s/he will locate

the Mumbaikars who only hurry.

As unpleasant is the train ride

and the workplace, peace is found

at home for some as for others

life has to move on and on.