The Saurashtra Express waits to start
Chained patiently to the platform,
Good pet, while I clamber in
To take my reserved window seat
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Powerful description of compiling the good, bad, and mix up such a disguise
3) I was very shocked.After that moment I understood their concern. Congratulations for being honoured as the Member Poem Of The Day, Gieve Sir. You wrote here an excellent photography of Bombay Central. Fantastic!
2) That was too crowded, so during my stay we only saw nature and the many many beautiful parks with all kinds of animals. BUT This Mumbai is not that Bombay anno 1991 as the poet described. And I was brought constantly by a taxi together with the family. Later they told me that India was the most dangerous (one of the five most dangerous countries in the world, they showed me the world's statistics.
As I have told here below, I had been in Mumbay Bay near the Queen's necklace. I wished to go to Bollywood, but my acquaintance told me that Bollywood consists of several parts, not one big place, but several smaller parts throughout Mumbai (India) , altogether they are Bollywood.
Ticketless, into the bowels of these waiting pets; Gujarat Mail, Delhi Janata, Bulsar Express, Quiet linear beasts, Offering unguarded toilets to a wave Of non-passengers, a very fine poem. tony
Means of transportation! ! The people! ! ! With the muse of the train. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I had been in Mumbai, I was there, but all times with the taxi, never been on a train, since it was crowded constantly, my dear aquaintances forbade me to go by train, wherever I went, I was always accompanied by their family. Mumbai is cozy, friendly and dangerous, that´s why. The truth they never told me. Amazing poem about Mumbai.
I have it here about the word: " acquaintances" ........in the second line, is an error. Thank you.
He certainly put me and all my senses right smack dab in the middle of Bombay Station. I wonder now if I would be lying if I said I've been there
The factual portrayal of the panorama in and around Bombay centrl railway station and a train standing there gives a feeling of being there in first person. Well deserved modern poem of the day.