Neighbours Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Neighbours



Apart a brick wall but no mean apart,
Strange comes this beast— a modern day neighbour,
More unknown than known, known but by number,
A number that ticks with no throbbing heart;
And fraught with no more than a face value,
So, soon as we see a neighbour's bare face,
We trace therein a graceless strange grimace,
To which we tend to add our vital view.

Take note, I too am not worth a mere dime,
Your refined smile to me would never work,
So here's my weird little sneer-cum-smirk,
And nude attitude shows up in its prime—
Borrowed urban behaviour arrived late,
And urban is far from urbane till date.
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Sonnets | 03.02.09 |

Friday, December 13, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: family
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Akhtar Jawad 15 April 2019

We have to live in peace with our neighbour, we cannot change a neighbour.

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Aniruddha Pathak 15 April 2019

Thank you Akhtar Jawad, you are right, but the question is: from where have learnt this strange culture, especially in urban areas?

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