More apartments but less houses
More roads but less pathways
They beg, but their eyes do not plead, they mock your conscience
Its not mercy here Mr! It’s business.
A poor old woman here and there to make you guilty for the coffee you just had.
You carry coins in your wallet but nothing to change a life.
They call it the dream city. Where dreams are cold.
They disappear in the noises of cars honking and people running.
More crowd but less people
Strangers are strangers, they remain strangers
In your land you knew strangers even.
Evenings come and go before you decide it was a lovely evening
More cafes, more restaurants, more night outs
But less conversations, less warmth, less feelings
Feed yourself on delicacies, but there’s no dinner to remember.
don’t smile
don’t walk too slow
don’t stop to look at the lovely tree
don’t say you don’t know
don’t thank
don’t wait for no-one
don’t be the first one
don’t help
your land was your blanket
now you are without it.
2 comments:
Congratulations on your first poem. You underrate yourself as a writer. You should write more.
If not anything else, your works are very genuine.
awsm feelings and great intent.the thoughts are so clearly expressed it has your scent great for a first.
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