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.
a succinct comment on contemporary subculture.
ReplyDeletea 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