Culture-Dementia

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In that lively conference
without any reference
thirty-two eager faces glowing
to each other pleasantly bowing
wishes and kisses freely blowing
as if they had met after ages
had suddenly come out of the cages…

Parting, we shook hands warmly
took down the addresses eagerly.
We shall remain in constant touch
Will certainly meet often, as much.
A Whatsapp group readily formed
With byes, we happily stormed…

Culture-dementia, victim of the race
easy to forget, yesterday’s face.
What’s the use, how can you?
Folder, diary, promises, what to do?
Without love and commitment
despite all his ferocious intent
man wages a hopeless fight
a lonely lamp-post without light…

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