Unreal World

Unreal World short poem

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Lives so colourful, but are they real?
Some people smile, some just chatter away and some remain neutral,
What’s this world that we live in,
Every time we meet someone new, or someone we have known,
We behave as if All’s Well with us and the World,
But, all we do is wear a different mask for different occasion,
Why this pretension?
When we all were born the same!
Life used to be VIBGYOR,
But, the only shade available now is Grey!
There was plenty of time as a Child,
We lived like Humans and Cared about others,
But, out of time, now….
One feels like machines….
Real Smiles which used to heal and soothe,
Got Phony!
What happened to Natural Beauty?
Did it undergo Global Warming too, with the Nature?
People find pleasure in others Pain,
When, it used to be Compassion and Care….
Are we living or are we already in Dead Man’s Island!
What’s left in human life?
If we stop to Share and Care!

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Arati K Thakur

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Shabeeh Kamoonpuri
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An impressive poem.Enjoyable.Cheers Arati.

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