Trains subways cars people, an era of confusion

Humans dominating Mother earth, its all an illusion

Forgetting who they are in a desperate attempt to live

Not caring for their brothers and sisters unwilling to take or give

The only things these mortals take are lives

Their stagnant apartments cover the sky, repugnant beehives

Nothing can extricate the ego that resides within their mind

Conceited fools they are, to honesty they are blind

The Sunday tabloid, broadsheets, just scraps of paper

At neither sorrow nor joy will they ever caper

There she lies, the forgotten Mother

No one giving a damn about the other

Parthsarathi Trivedi , 9^th December ‘06