Common sense is most uncommon
Whether it is man or woman
Practical behavior is gone rare
Whether it is normal life or profession
People often pretend to be what
They are not on a certain spot
Social interaction is now rare
They look like electronic items a lot
To make their lives a mesh
They get too busy in business
Away from greenery of Nature
As if in freezer food is no more fresh
Prayer and meditations are far cry
With ill thoughts they make a fry
In the evil of false and flatter
All souls merely look to be wry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.