Modern Way Of Living.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The crying is heard when they are born,
The weeping has to be displayed when they are dead,
The smiling is not seen when they are alive,
They are adorning the lines of worries on the face.

Deep in the thought and worry about the evitable,
Doubtful about the relations, not aware of the truth,
They are rearing the rain clouds in their fearful mind,
Sorrow is not the salt, but the main course of the thought.

Their pleasure is skin deep, once attained, return to normalcy,
Sad faces are everywhere, getting into and alighting from the bus,
These sorrowful souls are growing up the cheerless kids,
The depressed family never gathered to share the smile.

They hold the hand phones to chat with non existing friends,
They hide the secrets not to discuss with their dear ones,
They are threatened as if they are going to be devalued,
They are the kings and queens of their own solitary kingdom.

not even a day has passed with out worrying about something,
not even a heart is spared with out the touch of hurt and abuse,
not even a man is as free as a bird, as they are tied with materials,
the world has changed a lot with emotionless high rise and hot tears.