Ode to Mumbai Office goers

Come rain, come shine

Our soldiers on their gears divine

Leave their houses with thumping chests

As the ‘Spirit of Mumbaikars’ is put to test.

Water bottles falling off their bags

Their necks looped with Corporate tags

Battered helmets barely holding their heads

Sweat and rain soaking until their threads.

Meandering their way through huddles of puddles

Socks and shoes losing all their mettle

Women innovating to uphold their beauty

Ready to cross lengths for the call of duty.

Then there is a battalion that rides the train

No ounce of respect for mankind remain

Pregnant, old, or child doesn’t matter

As swanky office awaits post brutal banter.

Sleepy, lost, ‘phubbing’, tired or depressed

The virtue in ‘struggle’ is repeatedly stressed

By family dear and empathetic friends

This virtue though... the office never comprehends.

Oh Mumbai, Mumbai, my darling Mumbai

Why are you judged any differently?

Bangalore, Kolkata, Delhi or Pune

Are all braising to the same degree!

Indians we are, situations make us strong

Politics, fraud, calamity or anything wrong

Unites and enlivens us like the cliche phoenix

Brilliant subject matter for a hit on Netflix.

Am done, for this piece is way too long

What's next? Another rant disguised as a song

Little things we do to maintain our sanity

While Bharat, as usual, maintains its sanctity.