Pain To Uproot A Human Life Poem by Alauddin Mohammad

There was a time

I used to enjoy…
The sweet sound of motor vehicles, horn of jeep
The boiler machine, worm flux and
A short listed magical nightingale
Were just entering into my village

There was the time
In my lonely village…
Where moon, mud & monument of human life were

“Non excludable & non rival- Public Good”

I hardly recognized them.
Time goes on…
Life goes on…
Struggle goes on…

To be perfectly in-humane!
To be perfectly matter-like!
To be perfectly civilized!

Oh…

After this long walk into civilization
Now I feel the pain…
Pain to be great!
Pain to be civilized!

Pain to uproot a petty human life! ! !