Amita gives a sketch of Mumbai locals overflowing with people, in this poem, exclusively for Different Truths.
Like those Mumbai locals, Where you find Souls clutching poles, Lives hanging By their hands, My thoughts Squeezing in, Clutter my mind, Clingy yet pushing Verses out, Neither silent, Nor loud.
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