We are not living in the Golden Age,
When empathy for others was depicted in that age,
The age of humanity,
The age of listening to others attentively,
Reverently,
Willingly,
Empathetically,
Those were the golden days really,
The age of deep human feelings,
The age of real sharing.
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Now, all we practice is cut-throatism,
In our world of materialism,
Full of egoism,
To go to the moon, most eagerly aiming,
When on earth, so many are dying,
Of utter poverty, yes yearning,
For basic needs and perishing,
So miserably,
So heartbreakingly,
Sleeping on pavements,
Exposed to harsh weather and ailments!
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Empathy for one and all is a wishful thinking, really,
For domination of the have-nots rule the wealthy!
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©Pushmaotee Subrun
A poem that reflects the poet’s sadness about the contemporary world’s lack of empathy and social consciousness.
Yes, dear poet, there so much to deplore when it comes to empathy…thank you for this very kind comment!
A poet always looks at things around him searching for human values, empathy for the sufferers mailnly. the poet duly expresses the same.
Thanks so much dear poet Geetha for your kind comment!
An empathetic poem reflecting on the unjust social order and the kind of pain it can afflict on the weaker sections .
Thanks so much for your kind comment!