Should I about the nuclear
Or the joint family?
But once upon a time
The house used to resound with
The visits and chirps of the members,
Not like now-a-days
When we have grown self-centred and professional
And have commercialized all our relations.
In a house there used to be the mother, father,
Grandfather, grandmother, aunt, uncle,
Nephews and nieces,
But now the house bereft of
Appears to be a personal cabin
Or a kiosk
With the man sitting inside,
Waiting for timely transactions
And interactions.
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