“Three decades have went by.

The deft years, of overcoming despondence,

laid by someone, so diminutive and bleak.”

Says the school texts, so paltry in appearance.

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The world has changed from tip to toe,

every single piece, living or not.

Thirty years sewn up, not so slow-

puissant experiences that were taught.​

 

The day was sultry so was my mind.

Grateful was me for the luck I had,

to survive the years that wept life from land.

she was dead, me still happy as a lad.

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In the streets, I saw a mixture,

of people in usual cars and capsules,

Others engaged in staring the b counter,

A place where liquid holders are in for a ridicule.

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Few faces I saw, in masks here and there,

reluctant to engage their hands anywhere,

but such men were less in number,

the ones still petrified by the foregone terrors!

The time flies as they are filled,

in everyone’s heart, from toddlers to the senile.

The time has come as obsolete gatherings are killed,

with the new raw opponent, so alluring and chill.

 

​Yet another set of geeks are ready,

to make the people reach a place-

a place which is no longer dreamy,

Off to there! to dwell hopefully in peace.​

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Some people learnt from yesterdays,

and made their todays scintillating.

Great minds who care her and her ways

gave their lives a puissant meaning.

 

​Yet again and again, still many others,

ignoring the misery of the past days,

with no changes after these years

living in such utter imbecile ways!

 

​Time have brought not a halt,

to changes so deep, so deep.

Time have brought not a halt,

to impressions, so pestering and deep.