Image Credit: Megan Sherwood
City Park, Hyland Park, South City Mall, Big Bazar,
Debit card, Credit card, scratch, payment cleared,
Even we can buy sand, bricks, in packet form,
Injection, pregnancy shot, cold storage, cold customers,
In the middle of hall elevator escalator lift, glass show cases,
Children are playing, mystery white packs, everyone buzzed,
Security no needs to think about, all provisions are secured,
Security officer fired, he proposes allotment of funds, rejected.
Black throat becomes red, viruses hitting internet,
Account quashed, no second choice, empty, top echelons
Sprint over stored provisions, easy to accumulate, walk on
Shoulders of own extra index, commons cannot think about,
Commons hold hands of children, press the button, in fear,
If mosquito bites little ones and they fall sick, treatment a far cry.
Living is free, in fundamental and common feeling,
Happiness or sorrow does not know pretension,
Beloved ones or proclaimed leaders do not create
The sun-rise and the sun-set, ripple on water,
Flowing of wind, and we only watch and read
After effect of an event, surface and bottom distinct.
Sometimes we drop our will, and mingle into instinct,
And try to leave jungle of computer reading,
To form an era of comfortable and funny bending
With those which are lots of good policies and plight,
In the nature and thereby discover inner delight,
Within periphery of bound and unbound,
Inside and outside of all happenings, by removing
Splinters and secrets of war-habits, over shadow
Of formal trajectory of fighting feathers in the realm,
And we try to think society is not mad man’s dream.
Wild joy within bricks, computers, malls, media,
And marketing is not tomorrow’s refreshment,
We grew in the wind that can bear us like almighty.
Yielding image is speech of life, sharing honor of living.