The children in the malls,
Beautiful and handsome all,
Holding the hands of mom and dad,
See the world of display and false,
Polluted air and the shimmering light,
Very cold to play with the dolls,
Nicely fitted dresses and the shoes,
What they need can be got,
Not in a few months or years,
But in a second, from the counters,
Swiping the cards, mom is relieved,
Of guilt and the dad has the smile,
The happy family roams in the halls,
Shop after shop, aching legs pester,
Them to stop and need to go back home,
a call from the mutually benefiting neighbor,
The visitor from their village already left,
Leaving the organic gifts at their door step,
The hungry man from the tranquil village,
has waited for the host all day long
Has his tea and snacks at the stall and board the bus,
To tell the story of modern hospitality,
to his still innocent friends and relatives.

veeraiyah subbulakshmi

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