The lone traversals knocked our doors,
not in past, but before diamond years,
They need not ask for food, water and shelter,
Verandah for them to stretch and rest.
If someone knocks the grilled gate,
suspicion catches people as the cold,
peeping eye piece and the monitor,
too scared even to open and respond,
Consequences of living in a too civilized world! wonderful write. thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is aptly said since ancient times that too much of any thing is harmful. Civilization should be a facilitator of human life and it should work for enhancing it's quality. Too much of it may be counter productive as pinpointed in the poem. Thanks for sharing.