OLD WAS BEAUTIFUL

A Poem by Purnima Sehgal

This is something i wrote from my heart

Gone were the days,
gone is the feel,
gone is the touch of soul,
gone is our peace.

Gone is humanity,
gone our relations.
The trust is gone and;
so gone the love

As we welcome the gadgets in our life,
we send a message or rather a call to our life.

Gone is the friendship,
to spend together time.
People now feel friends
on Facebook and Skype.

So why don't we bring
the feel to make a world,
the ecstatic desires
to get calm and curl

Why we follow mass,
Why we go sheep;
lets join hands together,
to make us let live.