Place a mirror
before the loneliness of a poor man
Place a mirror
before the loneliness of a poor man
He will discover himself in his own way
He will find himself vanishing
like the villages too
In this globalisation
And the cyber people get the ticket
to survive in the global village.
Looking through the mirror
he will see his own nude entity
In front of the
shopping malls, inox and Flyover
He died and turned into stone long back
The hammer and the chisel of the sculptor
Make a model of him
in the showcase of the free market...