There I saw grinning white clusters
Where I had seen reticent  greens
An orange sun peeking lustres
Among corrugated blue screens

Scrambling atop the busy bridge
With not much except rank and file
An eager bunch of fragrant smidge
Lost in fuel tyre burnt speeding pile

They hinted a cool morning hum 
In a city linked by cement
A saffron fish tub stack ran tall
My organic soul was content
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