The roads there for walking, the streets are for parking,
The footpaths where we sell our wares.
The junction is where we stop to chat,
Though the signal is green and we’re causing a jam.
We’re desperately eager to eat at the cart,
On the road mid the smoke from the bikes and cars,
We give our kids soft-drinks and call it juice,
We want sugar, and fat, and colour in our food.
We drive on the wrong side of the road,
‘Cos to follow the rules would be a great load!
We walk on the inner side of the path,
With our kids on the outside. We’re as happy as larks!
We don’t stress the small stuff, we let it grow,
Till it’s heavy and big and things start to explode.
You’ve either got to laugh at the Navi Mumbaikar, or have a good cry 🙂