It's a Herculean task to board trains from farflung areas like Kasara and Karjat ,
To reach their workplaces on time everyday, commuters are stuck in a rut,
The two slow branch lines meet at Kalyan ,
Thereafter the trains are fast, but it's not easy to get in, even for Shaktimaan!
There's only a halt at Dombivali in between,
No one is spared in the dense crush load, not even a teen,
The Parsik tunnel is crossed-it's so dark that nothing can be seen!
Bypassing Kalva and Mumbra, people who push others are so mean,
That you would not be so keen,
To board or alight at Thane;
Where many commuters fight to get out with those who wish to get in-this happens everyday.
It's worsened by the influx at Mulund, what else can we say? Ignoring Nahur and the unruly beasts who enter at Bhandup,
You feel you've landed in a soup;
Zipping past Kanjurmarg,you can breathe a sigh before Vikhroli,
As those who wish to change to the metro at Ghatkopar , move to the door sincerely,
Students get off at Vidyavihar and scores of others gather,
To disperse at Kurla, the harbour line junction, they fight at the platforms and bridges with one another,
One is thrilled to see the train skipping Sion,
After Matunga, everyone gets ready to pounce like a lion
Towards the exit at Dadar,
Changing to the Western line, it's so crowded, who cares except your father.
Then onwards it is less crowded ,
Skipping Parel and Currey Road, now you know you're not dead;
As you approach Chinchpokhli,
You can move freely;
And then comes Byculla, an undeserving fast local halt ,
Not for any man worth his salt;
The harbour line joins again at Sandhurst Road;
And at Masjid there is less load,
As you finally chug into Victoria Terminus,
You travel like this everyday, but don't create a fuss!
