Relationship, once
as clear as the autumn
river water, is now
densely turbid.
Selfism, materialism;
the roiled sediments,
have pervaded lives and are
growing like the garden weed.
Filial duty and social obligations
have taken a backseat.
Old age homes are
mushrooming in our country
to heal and look after
their geriatric needs.
Do we find a jackfruit
without the oozing
adhesive fluid?
Never is(was, will be) there
a man sans those traits,
but crossing the limit,
in search of more and more,
has ruined.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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