The Echoes Poem by SANJIT MANDAL

Innumerable faces are met everyday
Nobody cares, no one gives a damn about you,
Lifeless leaves you are flown away with the dust
You suffocate and are smothered,
Nobody halts for you to see
But they have time for destroying,
Remember the back of your life
Illiterate are they, ugly are the kids
Yet have the broadest mind,
You are never left alone in wilderness
Like here (city)among countless faces.
So called modern people they are,
Don't even realise the loss..
Touch of the mother earth..
Embrace of Nature...
No more chirruping of the birds...
Has vanished like respects
For parents, elders and youngsters...
Ask them to look back...
Hear the echoes of the old days....