The scene made pedestrian use of the thousand noises,
the nearby giant cricket maidans and its equal people,
the giant of a Bombay traffic, and its equal people,
the dusty air and the muggy heat around
in the background.
Hero's eyes forced momentarily into focus,
on his way to somewhere,
by advanced digital cameras
clicking away like miniature thunder-cracks
As the poor man posed as a poor man
for them.
How wonderfully more dramatic
would it have been
if those advanced digital cameras
were in fact suspended in the air,
moving around indeed like fighter planes
with guns.
Still no less than an absurd melodrama,
just like in the corny old righteous movies
where men have gone up their own asses,
except for the tremendous melodies of tragedy,
where the hero used to save the day.
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