Poem -

Selfish Giants

Selfish Giants

In the midst of rainforests,
far, far, far away from the cities,
I dwelled a few days along 
with the aborigines, 
so innocent they are,
so candid they are,
no alphabets to write, 
no schools to attend, 
no boundary walls
around their thatched huts, 
no purified water bottles, 
no artificial weather controllers,
no regret of whatsoever, 
no cars, buses, mobiles, 
no artificial alarms 
to wake them up, 
clean river flowing nearby, 
people fishing and eating, 
no medical doctors on call, 
with no sorrows of today
or what may befall tomorrow, 
they lived hale and hearty, 
laughing and hopping, 
believing in one another intact! 

For a while I thought 
I never returned to the city: 
a hell where we're taught
to be Selfish Giants! 

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