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With its simple souls wrapt in charm,
“Far from the madding crowd”
Of their few rustic routines proud!
Bombay Scenes or Mumbai Moments
Like the living dead
Whose soulhath fled,
Like a living machine
With unerring routine;
Morning and eveningtime
Moving in a pantomime
In patent skirts,jeans and gowns
With face set in rigid frowns.
Commuters by the train get
Hurtl’d on the conveyor belt
Till dropp’d at the V.T gate
Or pushed off at the Church gate.
No time to wishnor nod,
Content to cross the road
Ere, the car or bus or van
Choke the Flora Fountain!
The city is a great divide
Betwixt the suburban clerks outside
And captains of Commerce and Trade
Who deck their flats on Cuff-Parade.
