Plastic People

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

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About Sameer

Hi, I am from Mumbai (India). Film making is my passion and writing is a great relief. When ever I want to say something or felt about something I used to write poetry. I Started Writing poetry at an early age during school till now. Its the way to say what I feel most of the time about the things which happen around us, a unique way of sharing thoughts without being judgmental.

10 thoughts on “Plastic People

  1. tapeshwar

    I have seen jumping hearts inside plastic bags; and no new love out flows.
    Bits and bytes of plasticity. Beautiful.


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