I draw a net, one by one each section
joining another forming a pattern
of life how it started and with time expanded
the gaps becoming smaller and congested
lines in the bark of tree marking age
like a bee hive with many bees adhered
pure honey pouring out from its edges
till gets all soaked up and strained in wedges
drying up with wind and sun’s heat, now plastic
that’s how life’s become iconoclastic
only screen and buttons, virtual, unreal
life of tablets, iphone, selfies sans zeal
©Sunila 15/03/2016.
A miniature poetic tour-de-force encompassing questions – to borrow a phrase from Douglas Adams – about life,the universe and everything.
Thank you immensely for your lovely comment, Louis Sir! 🙂
Splendid ! An amazing poem offering us a Cornucopia of life-related themes.
Thank you very much for your kind words, Vijay ji! 🙂
Greatly philosophical !! Amazing..
Thank you so much for your kind appreciation, Fathima Manal! 🙂