The Package Value Of Our Ultra Modern Life. By Ray Subrata - Poem by Subrata Ray
The sealed Aunty, like trained Dove,
Is a promise to the orphans’ hope?
And also for the youthful widow mothers,
Chances of earnings,
And, sweating –pleasure, and farther.
Making –family, taking burden, for nothing’s shake,
Out-dated, monotonous, and utterly fake.
The University celebrates miss –Life-Force –Sex,
Often with the Bosses Short and long Tips takes.
For good result, she has nothing to bother,
She answers in a feathery -bed with professors.
The youthful –view,
Full of morning dew,
Are marketable as the highest service’s bliss,
With corporate money and their honey they can please.
The stationed –doctors, prescribe company’s medicine,
With proportional package, Beauty’s body and wine.
The receptionist –clerk,
Must be a perennial park,
To entertain Company’s profitable hands, and the ranks.
Cozy-embrace, passionate –kiss, and sense-hinted-thanks.
Your identity now is destined as society’s package,
Your education, individuality, …are in a cage! ! ! ! !
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