A poem on the 'universe of diversity' to be found in Mumbai's local trains.
'For me, one question was too compelling / can someone actually predict things and forewarn?'
'Do we think of the impact it creates on earth? Do we know that it leads to dearth?"
As the towers kiss the sky, we forget the yellow helmet and orange reflector coat cladded people who anchored it to a solid foundation.
'He patiently keeps waiting for the chugging train, with the hope that someone on the train would ensure that his life sustain.'
A poem about the plight of food delivery executives, the mainstay of the gig economy.