On the carpet of time
They are running like hare
Fast and furiously
With and without purpose
Yet they are far from goals
Distances of miles are menial
Yet living within same house they are far
Their dining table does not serve food anymore
They sit together to read, watch, like and share
On WhatsApp, Facebook, devices and TV.
The joy of serving, the joy of passing and
The joy of eating is far from taste buds
Every year is consuming time fruitlessly
Where needs and wants have increased
The joy of enjoyment have decreased
Personal meetings are replaced by video chats
Hugging and shaking of hands are rituals now
Birds have flown far away in search of bushes
The joy of enjoyment have decreased Personal meetings are replaced by video chats Hugging and shaking of hands are rituals now Birds have flown far away in search of bushes.....fine poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
time the torn bag of gypsy we the inquisitive tourist of it