Sourav RCY

Monotony

All are the same; just they are same
They look identical, look like machines
All play same game; with the same name
Mix of connatural talks, and the same means

All are the same; they are so tame
They go through same street, achieve same goal
All to snatch the money; money is no shame…
Inconvertible thoughts and covetous souls

All are the same; yes they are same
Likewise smile, similitude countenance
All are so lame; bound by same frame
In an axis like ants, paralyzed by pretense

Is there anyone different? And little indifferent?
Holding other perception, learning different tune
Surviving this dent; brushing a new paint
Insusceptible by this infection, ardently immune.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 17, 2008

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  • Anjali Sinha (6/18/2008 5:43:00 AM)

    great poetry--but there is a tinge of sadness in you as if someone has betrayed you.

    all are not the same i admit but not 'all to snatch the money'.

    regards anju

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