As far as eyes can see, there’s dust along the skyline
An impeccable layer of synthetic fog
Encroaching the last of blue canopy
As man-made toxins are blending into fresh air.
Our food and future is being manufactured by machines
Somewhere crimes are happening in darkness, or
The costliest treasure of womanhood
Is being ransacked in broad daylight, somewhere.
Faces like masks are letting their presence known
As enemies, once up close –
Extending their hands for our neck,
As starvation, hatred or languish.
With each passing moment
The city is getting filthy and gloomy
Far from the beacon of hope and love
It used to be in my nascent youth.
Yet only thinking about you is making my day,
Sleeplessly waiting to see you from a distance
Or, loving you unconditionally
Secretly, or wide open, without knowing.
There are so many mysteries are around you
Wrapping you in the safest world of comfort,
You are not only growing in the womb of your mother,
But also in my imagination, my child.
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