Was the phrase that went through my mind
While walking early morning on skywalk
When I saw the massive steel structures,
Being set up for huge advertisements
On railway plot near the Bandra Station.
In 1987 I paid Rs 45,000 for three days,
For a small hoarding in Haji Ali Chowk,
Where I had put up “Made for Each Other”
With a skull and nameless cigarette pack
On New Year Eve, as Secretary Health.
So, I know money and public education
Sometimes come together behind such:
But does it have to be so ugly, in Mumbai,
Spoiling beautiful views to the sky and sea
Where I started Heritage conservation in 1991?
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