Get up early morning, every day,/ looking for a cup of tea, / you being a North Indian/ whose livelihood comes from/ driving a rented taxi,/ or owning one if you are lucky!/ Having no house, no wife/ where else can you turn to/ six in the morning for a breakfast/ of biscuits, bread-butter and tea,/ if not to Bombay’s famous Irani?
But the Irani has his woes/ which are different from those/ of other restaurants, since he owes/ attention to the neglected wife/ whose complaint all her life/ has been the same, consistent/ protest. "It’s that damn restaurant/ which......