Then and Now

by  Badri Raina

Then one called out to children,
Now  we reach for Remotes;
Those homes had lively voices,
These  currency notes.

What is a world without a voice
That  one may  call one’s own?
What  worth this  cloistered comfort,
With no  sharer  of  pleasure or pain?
When was the last you met your friend
In  beloved flesh and blood?

Now, not we but our laptops  meet
As though we might be dead.
We now speak of ‘sentiment’
As stocks go  bull or bear;
The  ‘human’  seems a wasteful bore,
It is the ‘numbers’ that endear.


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