Mechanical Tweets/ Oh, My God, House Sparrows Not, But Tweet They Mechanically! Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

My God, my sorrow, none but I myself only know it
And You too can understand it,
What to say about,
As they twitter it not,
All the sparrows have flown away,
Where,
I too do not know,
Nor can say it about.

Now after they have flown away,
When they tweet or twitter it not,
I find the men tweeting
On the Twitter,
The natural twitters not,
Mechanical tweets of modern men,
I mean the hollow men,
Of the city space, urban and townsmanly,
Shallow and hollow from within.

The house sparrows hop, dance and play not,
Nor do they twitter,
As none but the modern urban men made them fly away
By building concrete mansions and skyscrapers
And the little birds, they too flew away helplessly
Seeing rampant urbanization and industrialization,
The little-little birds,
Chirping, singing and playing,
Tweeting spontaneously,
But not mechanically, dramatically and politically
And materialistically like the modern men
Histrionic and theatrical,
Painted and dented.

The birds, little birds twitter and chirp they not,
But the modern men,
Modern technical and mechanical men,
Hollow and shallow from their within,
Sliming open-heartedly not, but grinning critically,
So selfish and self-centred, materialistic and worldly,
Always politicking,
Always wanting to gain from,
In the gait of his,
Powdered, creamed and dressed up well,
But full of coquetry and deceit,
Looking like a gentleman,
Speaking the language of the polished society
But is not what looks he, appears to be,
He is what we take to in our deepest understanding
An apparatus of his type.