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[aid] => mick
[title] => Glorious Past And Inglorious Present
[time] => 2013-03-25 23:34:36
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[bodytext] => (Seated in the Time Machine, I shuttle between the Past Time Zone and the Present) Wish I were born a hundred and more years ago, Affable, humane and caring were people, sans ego. Life had been all through, easy, peaceful and cheering, Like a muted stream through deep woods meandering. Neighbors helped me readily when in dire need, They were a source of strength to rely upon indeed. Now, very little, I know about the person next door, Neighbors remain strangers, a situation, I deplore. To places afar, I walked all the way down merrily, Under the shade of sprawling trees lined up grandly. Held up in a traffic jam, now, I endure an anxious moment, Enveloping fumes, deafening noise, painfully I confront. Braving summer nights, I slept up on the open terrace, Cool breeze embracing, instantly I fell asleep, fearless. Sound sleep eludes me now as disturbed I am of nightmare, The unabated, alarming rise of break-ins give me a scare. Unadulterated and genetically unaltered, the food was harmless, Immunity strong and ready to fight ‘aliens’, I was free from illness. Soaked in fertilizers inorganic and treated with pesticides harmful, The food impaired my defense, exposed I am to diseases dreadful. Household chores I did myself, keeping me confident and busy, Machines now take over the task, making me dependent and lazy. Seated comfortably, devices I can operate, a marvel of technology, Alas! When they fail at a critical moment, I am letdown very badly. Life then moved in a balanced rhythm, generating harmony, Moving at an erratic pace, life now generates tension and agony. The distant past was glorious, despite personal comforts, lacking, Comforts bounty, now, peace the essence of happy life, is missing. Spent quality time with my family in the past, leisure aplenty, Interacting and playing with children built a lasting bond strongly. Leaving early and returning home late, I am a visitor of the family, My demanding job deprives me of their jocund company sadly. Crime and terrorism –free society set an ambiance endearing, Happy were those days; living in a righteous society was pleasing. Now crime -ridden and terrorism infested society we live in, sadly, It is like going through a maze, trying to find a way out, hopefully. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 69 [topic] => 25 [informant] => mohan [notes] => Spelling corrected per request, If further editing is needed, please click here Thank you. ~ Moderator_18 Mar 26, 2013 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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