An urban sensibility of indifference and ennui expressed powerfully, by Prasanna, in this poem, exclusively for Different Truths.

Yes, 
the days may take off
being fastest on the wheels 
of times, 
The spools of technology
may alter with new lace 
of advancements,
Yet, what’s good, is being done
Racing is people’s mind
with no sleeping
zipping and zooming
surfing and turfing
Sliding and touching
the screens of smart machines,
still the screams of bombing
rumbling tempest of crying,
Scratching and plucking
hairs on the head 
in the delirium - calling.,
There is no end
of killings
Shooting at schools
universities and sites of learning,
Heading where to -
Is a question still to be pondered,
Who is getting benefited,
Who is being affected,
Whose gain it is, whose loss,
Who cares?
Selfish tantrums
blood in doldrums
some happy confining themselves
within four walls,
Turning ACs of pride,
The very call for a truce reckoning
and beckoning 
for environmental measures,
Much of happiness,
marred by mentalities,
Fatalities surviving at egos,
Who cares?
Will there be an end to this?

Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths

Prasanna Kkumar

Prasanna Kkumar is a trilingual poet (English, Hindi, Telugu). Widely anthologized in more than 20 national and international anthologies, he is a social worker by profession. Prasanna’ s poems have been translated into Arabic, Chinese, Hungarian and Assamese languages. He co-authored a book, ‘Pearl of Euphoria’ with Mari Felicis, Philippines. He received accolades from several poetry forums in Latin countries, France, Egypt, Morocco, Italy, and the US. He holds a masters’ degree in Commerce.