200 cars,
2010 feet long road,
3 lanes retrofitted,
Into six,
10 best of them all,
Red buses, abuses.
100 Rickshaws, and 100 rishawallahs,
Doodles of passengers,
Caricature of pedestrians,
Mosquito bikers,
All boxers, gymnasts,
Packed and separated each,
10 millimeters,
That is huge.
Screams of honks,
Lost echoes,
Mumbai she is my muse.
How many did she choose?
20 marks question.
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