The Dying Fall. Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

Where the bloodless money making machine
Crushes the greenery and the oceans.
But that's not what I meant.
Making money and checking the account balance.
It's 2 am at night.
Now you can rest.
Does the addiction co relates with the
Ongoing progress of the world....
Probably we will never get an answer.
For that.
Making a family won't stop.

Tired.
Cars that will float in air
Are coming out soon.
And the brain will explode
To immense possibilities.
None of this is true.
The violent world....
For me and for you.

Land.
Yes. The soldiers have landed.
Land ho, land ho
I have seen it all,
I have seen it all...
Shipwrecked. Breathes in the air
The sickness that was there.
In the dying fall...