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Struggle
Air dense.. heavy with poison fumes
Belching smoke from cars and buses
From city to village fresh air rushes
Clogged nose,choked voice,hoarse throat
When did I last ride in a water boat ?
The serene river...... a setting sun
City always says he's having fun !!
Fun at multiplexes.. fun at discotheque
Is this fun for you ! you computer geek !
The netizen of today.. the future.. tomorrow
Feel like shedding a tear for him in sorrow
City lives for a day, then a month.... a year
Drawn into a cell/shell does he society fear ?
Morning pickup car at eight to his cage
Night deepens....... cold wind blows in rage
Softeks software developer looks older than his age
Crouches, bends over a PC,taps on a keyboard
He punishes his youth locked in a cupboard
Is it noon ? Is it dusk ? Maybe night !
I'll not abandon my program ... all night I'll fight
Mind feels foggy... .....numb dizzy head
Youth feels anxious "Will I drop now.. dead ?"
The cage he left in a huff that night
"I will fight my blues with all my might
I'll go to a village.... come what may
I'll live happily and may come back someday
My toil will be remembered I'll work for the villagers
Village children I will teach I don't wat dollars"
Techie wakes at his desk alive and free
All thoughts vanished "After all I'm tied to a tree"
The tree of money with roots of the devil
Even thinking of relaxing may do him some evil
He struggles,earns bread,day and night he toils
In the cold of his cage his youth fire boils
© Bishwanath Mukherjee
