He is as
Unheard
And
Unseen
As the
Brown
Tiny
Timid
Sparrows
Twittering
Outside the
Big windows
Of the glass- cages
Alternately called
Swanky homes
By their greedy promoters,
In the slender high-rises,
Each one
Invariably called The Paradise
And climbs up only
To the polluted skies,
In a crowded
Chaotic
Carbon-dioxide filled
Urban
Jungle,
Where,
Surprise of all,
Drunk-driving
And
Big-screen TV
Kill more
Than any
Bloody war-fronts.
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the latest one from Sunil Sharma is pretty refreshing- a hot brewing coffee to ward off stupor of sorts , yes waking us to paradise lost .
Thanks Lokesh Roy—your comments, equally invigorating for me.