Mass Exodus Empties The Villages !

Mass Exodus Empties The Villages !
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Mass exodus empties the villages;
Stench and selfishness pervade the cities;

Cash-crop of buildings are cultivated in wet fields;
Seeds of famine are actively sown in the womb of earth;

Poor peasants in simple attires
Boil in their hot sweats;

Full-trousered flashy crowds
Have bloated in vitamines and fats;

In the mighty breath of vast cities
All four directions are in shambles;

Greenery has evaporated;
Even the cow has degenerated as a buffallo;

Diseases in numerous dresses
March parades in all streets;

To drain away our cash chests
State-of-art treatments have mushroomed;

Falsehood is in full blossom;
Even truth has gone pithlessand soulless;

Slogans and masks in daily life
Have spread like deadly poison;

The hearts of parents with girl children
At sundown hours are worry-flooded;

Staring in strain for the buses from roadsides
Eyes have become desert-dry;

When you screw yourself into buses
You find all bones are thoroughly shuffled;

Respect is totally forgotten;
Mercy has become the first casualty;

With rowdy mobs ruling the streets
Justice and law weep behind bars;

The school-bound tiny tots
Have forgotten outdoor play;

In the hustle-bustle of school-market
Have become the paying-coolies !

Our civilisation is in total mess
Like the rain on a city !

A Son's Appeal To A Doting Mom

Mother! beside me sit-
I am to open my mind to you today-
You delight me with your affection
But spoil me also many times
With excess of your eyeless love!
You worry too much about my hunger
But never seem to care about my health;
You pester me at bed to wake up from sleep
Only to overfeed me with your greed of love.
All my pleas for a minimum of exercise
Miserably fail to knock your ears!
Adamant are your mindless insisting calls
That seem to eat away my flesh and bones--
Mom..don't you know that excess of any,
Including love, is highly detrimental
To the object of love one does cherish!
Mom..see my pathetic physique-
I have grown obese,lazy and dull;
Nothing of this bright beautiful nature
Interests me anymore ;not even girls in their prime !
And I have become a deadwood to be eaten away by sloth;
Even anger shames me refusing a meet!
Is it what you desired of your son,O Mom?
I am now in my wasted youth;
Do not clip my wings anymore,Mom.
I could see my blue broad skies;
Let me take my flight into my jolly heavens
Singing and warbling on my way!
Pray do not dam my spirit of youth
With the high stone walls of affection;
Happily allow me to breach your banks
To feel the ebbs and throbs of earthly life
Through my tumbles and rises at my first hand meets
Like a lion should I stroll
And roar in might against all odds of life!