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Man has been reduced,or rather
moulded into plastic puppets
leading a life controlled by
green paper notes
and traffic signals;
a life of alcohol,merry-making
and 'social bonding' over the weekends;
of long discussions about politics,
new movies and gossip;
where hypocrisy fills every word
spoken or otherwise.
And when the five senses begin to rust
due to disuse
some find solace in Meditation
or Chopin's Nocturnes
still others find comfort
in the beauty and purity
of a rain-washed leaf.
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Nice straight forward imagery. I like the cundra of life wherein "...hypocrisy fills every word/ spoken or otherwise." No matter how one tries to be honest in all things we inevitably fail, and fall back on rational, spoken or otherwise, to accept our own contradictions.
