Where is the developed world?

I am a student of an obedient nature                                                             For I agree what the teachers declare                                                              I hated my friends when they disagreed                                                         As our madam spoke of a developed creed                                               'Technologies, electronics, livelihoods have all improved today'                    was the creed and nodding was my all response                                         while my mates spurned thee

Wondering did I fall upon the matters                                                              in the days of the following  years.                                                                But it was not before today that I realised the fact of yesterdays           Today, I was moisten by the regret upon the thought                                  that a developed world did no longer exist anywhere!                                 And we lived very poor!                                                                               

'Inventions there would be but no segregation                                              against its impacts' was an impressive reflection                                             of the society made by a friend of mine                                                     Today, when I was on the road                                                                    that lay in an impotant city of india-Pune                                                          

I was hit hard by a thought induced                                                            with the sight of a handicapped old chap                                                     persuing to cross the busy road alone!                                                          My heart bounced in disgust and pain                                                          when that poor chap was slackened                                                            with a grand car's hit in that road!                                                                   

It was a disturbing horror and made me explore the faulty.                      Hence I considered a lot- from the machines to the humans                  Neither did I find fault in the old chap                                                            nor with car that killed him                                                                             but the convict was the one who drove the car!                                      

 There have come more technologies but less comfort                                       more inventions but less understanding                                                       and I couldn't find a developed world!





Poetry by Yeshi Paljor
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Written on 2009-06-23 at 10:36

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