Awaiting a train in Bombay, I was shocked into dismay; For a well-dressed man, built strongly, Was walking, his hands set free, Ahead of a bony porter - Heavy case on head, no quarter.
Shortly later, I watched again As out from the rich-man's train Came the scrawny struggling porter - His thin back now much tauter; For he writhed as he stretched his loins - After a quick count of few coins.