The autorickshaws are active in the rains
Going up and down Mumbai, negotiating rates
To make maximum money.

The paver blocks on BKC pavement
Turn into inferior mirrors when wet
Other than where tree shade falls.

One man in raincoat walking in front
Disappeared but I saw a bit of sari
Being pushed in: gender disappears in rain.

I felt must rigidify my mind
Now it is too flexible on minor issues
Keeps changing and listens to everyone.

Kalidasa has said like the rim
Of the wheel, it goes up and down
But what if I am taken aback!

Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

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