Satellite Age
The umbilical cord of relations
grows not from land to land;
Not even a bridge is made
as light as a thread
from hearts to hearts;
Relations just happen
sure, through satellites;
As and when pressed
those remote controls
of profit motives
relations lose direction;
The short-lived relations
die down without the warmth
of thoughts and lines straight;
Shaken are the cold hands
where nerves had been
facing untimely deaths.
By Ismail Meladi
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