The shimmering lights shinning so bright
Trying to find a way with my candle-light;
Robbed of my own fields,
Robbed of my own lands,
This alienation causing my anomie.
The free air, unimpedimented,
Lashes on those concrete walls,
The owl has ceased to maul
The birds given up flying;
The aesthetic minds have been demented!
Eons of luminous bulbs
Unable to banish the darkness,
Life from the artificial shrubs
Lowering the coveted finesse,
Trampled by the hard shoes of destiny.
Independent of the sole source of energy
Artificiality ruling over nature,
Flagrant thoughts mature
Age of building an effigy;
What destiny holds!
------ this was written in gurgaon... I found out that there were only 2 types of people living over there--- one stinkingly rich, and the other hoping that he'll find a meal after the starved day... nothing in between... though gurgaon was initially an arid area... now its turning into a rich metropolis with innumerable skyrisers and world's leading companies establishing their bases there...
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