Western Railway

Found this weathered piece of pulp with this poem I had written during University days. Here goes--

Mahim...Bandra...Khar...S'Cruz
Jug-djug-jug-djug
Burnt iron the quivering rails
A spark or two cracking above
Resistance--
It can hardly break down;
I shall not budge.
Wind!
I no care
I feel like a god
Hanging at the pole on the footboard
At my feet, a lady's offering onion peels.
Viva Mumbai!!!