A SOB

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I heard a weep, a sobbing

It seemed within my hand’s reach.

All around I could see

Nothing but the city bustle.

Everything seemed in a hurry,

It was the race of life that was on.

Each desperate face passing by me

Those eyes gleaming with the desire of life.

Yet they were all too short of time

To sit, think and relax..

I was still standing where I was

The sound of the sob was nearing.

Or was it that it grew louder,

With even the thud of tears falling.

With each thud I felt a pain

That which grew intense with the sob.

Or was it that I was dreaming?

No, the city was still there

Breathing deeply before me!

This city would never be ‘tired’

For it is run by those machines

Made not of iron and steel

But of human blood and flesh.

They work all day and night

Just to survive this life

So much pain behind these eyes

And a heart full of desires!

Yet they all trod the same path,

Weary and proven to be false.

As each of the faces passed by,

I had wanted to ask:

“Why don’t you try the new,

Something that could bring a change.

A change that would last not for years,

But for generations to come!

Teach yourself, not to be a machine

But to be your human self !

Stop a second, to see, to hear

And to think on your own.

Sooner you will see the world around you change

And an immortal pleasure

Seeping into your life!”

The sob drew me out of my trance

The voice which seemed more familiar.

As I listened and I listened,

It was then I realized

The city was weeping,

The one which is so full of

Beauty, pride and fame,

The glory which came with a price-

All, machines to walk through these streets,

Their lives chartered forever and ever!