Living without a single warm smile,
Feels like alien among a crowd.
New, dry, lifeless faces horrify,
Nothing is in favour,
Cosmopolitan’s fervour is lost.
Cosy and easy chair arrests the creativity,
Hi-tech computers hatch the sensibility.
Without a human being presence,
Being lonely and doing favourite stuff is heavenly,
Among a crowd, doing distasteful stuff is
hell!
Every night is passing with sleeping pills.
Some
days beyond the pills,
The breezy thoughts of happy days meddle,
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