Upma Pareek

Leprosy of Modern Times

I live in the street that is called Modern
On street a pauper with Leprosy of Time
And in huge houses rich, with Leprosy of Mind
Slowly rapidly it is covering the whole street
Then house, then men, and then soul indeed
No place to rescue, no pill to pop
Deeper and deeper it curse it crop
A long silence which does not soothe,
And why we give it name 'Solitude'
Life is dull, life is crude
Chained with Loneliness
Leprosy of Modern Times...!!