In this hustle bustle of our noisy lives,
Frequent metamorphosis is not a rarity.
Companionships turn into phone numbers,
Living faces captured as forgotten thumbnails,
Love blossoming from a stream of SMSes,
And ending on a sudden, stray phonecall…
Friendships born in the ‘web’ of worldly insecurity…
Begin with a bang, end with a glum thud.
But noone listens, noone cares…
Who has the time, afterall?
Who has the inclination to bring in THE change?
A change comprising warmth to replenish its dearth?
A change that can sharpen the sword of concern ,
That can combat apathy.A change defining relationships,
Signifying love….defying shrewd, cold practicality.
We need a change..A breath of fresh air!
But fresh air is a scarcity in this world…
This world, where the spirit of humans is rotting…
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