I’m in a bus
Where is it?
On a bridge
Is it hot?
I see a window
Who lives there?
People perhaps
It’s dark inside
It’s 10 am
Dinghy and dank
Is it a room?
Low ceiling!
Claustrophobia
I see people
Oh ok!
Mother and child
Are they happy?
Can they breathe?
Look away.
How can they?
Welcome to Mumbai.
Posted in Own-Poetry
