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.

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About Sunila K

Based in Canary Islands, Spain, Sunila Khemchandani is a teacher, translator and writes poetry for love of English Literature. She has several poems published in English anthology collections (Wings, Change, Indus Valley, Heavenly Hymns, Poetic Symphonies, Synthesis - The Duet Anthology and in two of Brian Wrixon’s anthologies). In 2008, she won the position of the best annual poet in Besides writing poems, she translates spiritual articles, books of her spiritual master, proof reading and transciption. Some of her translated works have been published and circulating.

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