Plastic People
We are plastic
Flowers without smell.
Stretchable n Long lasting,
The pictures of our bodies
storm the internet.
We smile,we chat, we message
Without a deep connect.
We no longer feel
others pain.
Durable, long lasting, toxic
We stretch our sorrows
Like elastic
We are plastic
Recycled refurbished but
Never reborn.
The list of our rights is
Too long.
Shock resistant, coloured, polymers
We can bend, and pretend
And where ever we land
It’s hard to get rid anymore.
We stink when we hold
And we try to be bold.
We wrapped bodies
Of our glorious past
Copies of Fabricated plastic.
We are plastic.
Sameer Tembe
A trenchant polemic that grabs the reader’s attention.
Thanks Louis for your amazing feedback.
Set my thoughts racing…..
Thank you Swati
A hard-hitting satire that highlights its thematic concerns.
Thanks Vijay Sir
I have seen jumping hearts inside plastic bags; and no new love out flows.
Bits and bytes of plasticity. Beautiful.
Thanks dear Tapeshwar.
Deep thought provoking poem.
Thanks Neelam for your kind words