Through the reticulate grill,
a world of sorrow, pain and grief we can see,
full of decaying waste and unclean waters,
that feed the spurts of vegetation around,
in spite of this repugnating sight,
i see a child prancing about,
in the barest of clothes,
he's happy and gay,
and you learn about the simple world out there that is there to see,
a commute of thirty minutes,
can transform your perceptions,
teach you in a way no one ever could,
for all through the lives of the million that you may see,
you see the hurt, the denial and the disdain in them,
but amidst all that are the more pleasing sounds,
like those of laughter, cheer and soulful memories,
which is why you can't move around,
simply thinking that, that is all to thee...
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travelling by mumbai locals does give a different perpspective on life !!