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.
