Ramesh Kavdia


CROWD


Everyone is running
Faster and faster
To win the race,
of ego and power.

- To make neck bold.
- Or to grab the gold.

- To earn lot of money
- Or to please our honey.

All are lost in the crowd.
Like sheep, ants or bees.
Queen is none, all are slaves.

Technology and machines
making man more busy.
man getting more crazy.
Life has become so hazy.

Blind Mining,
Sweeping Forests,
Poisonous chemical plants,
Heavy constructions
Will leave endless pollutions.
What will be the results?
Will we come back to stone age.
When earth will show us his rage.



By Ramesh Kavdia
28.12.2010
Time 9.15 PM INDIA.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 29, 2010
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