Monday, 17 September 2012


When I see the man by my side,
I can guess he is an affluent one in the folk,
Having labels on the vehicle, while moving,
At present he is an exception.

I now look at the environment,
His gestures are full of avoiding me,
I cannot talk with him, I think he is
Very important, having a serious vision.

Then I survey dream and hope at the living,
I stay at a distance from his observance,
His is like proclaimed winner of marketing price,
Life is someone’s playing game to be fine. 

1 comment:

  1. a succinct comment on contemporary subculture.
    a graphic portrait of the so called successful man 'of the world.'
    it is consoling that the speaker emerges unscathed by the snobbish offishness of the man.
    I like the poem.
    Raj Hans Gupta