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Sangeeta’s poem explores the tension between beauty and goodwill in modern life, questioning mindless housing developments, exclusively for Different Truths.
Like a philocalist I believe in eunoia It was a moment of wunderwei, When I gazed at the stars, glittering like silvery sequins Tucked in a dark velvety sheet of grey welkin Tch! That’s desiderium! On way back, the compact, identical, lined-up houses Appeared, from a distance, Like thermocol models and match boxes Situated one next to other With no green patch Two, three and more vehicles parked back-to-back The residential area looked more like a car-shed Is it living life? Or surviving a terminable decree? People, unknowing, heading towards a slow death, suffocating already In this completely contaminated, concretised, and commodified society…
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