Nude windows scantily clad,
Rays of light and shade are glad,
The erected containers on the road,
Nothing is hidden from the visual load.
Men and women are openly locked,
Adolescents are inseparably glued,
The elders are lovingly bonded,
The kids are left to be confused.
Books are kept to avoid eye contact,
People are plugged and closed eyed,
Everyone is busy as the angry birds,
Infants and toddlers are under arrest.
Dead are silent in the old graveyard,
Human are calm and quiet as the world,
The trembling and tremor can be heard,
All are happy and feel good in new clothes.
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Yes changing life patterns are some time overpowering.