THE CHAINS ARE BREAKING!.. గొలుసులు తెగుతున్న దృశ్యం

Dreaming of cyberspace as modern heaven
Kitchen is transformed as roadside stall already
Cutting down the umbilical cord deliberately
Lonely couples leading lives amidst isolated islands

It may be a necessity or a compulsion?
In the world that doesn’t care anything
We were anchored to the economic encirclement
May be for the sake of cracked wooden beam
May be the pain or pleasure of parents
May be on the monolithic pillared mansions
In the circles of apartments
We’re turned only numbers in census

Competition … competition … among the many
Shacks, houses, buildings and mansions
Floors, Stories … sky scrapers
Villages, towns, cities and countries
We are spreading and moving living beings
We are only bodies which lost its greenery

Yes! We though to dictate the entire nature
We were tired in the rat race
It’s true!
The earth is round
It was proved time and again

Corona with its polymorphic venomous fangs
Declared self quarantine
Warned you not to cross Lakshmana’s line
Again we are moving towards our roots
Trying to entwine the family relations
Every house has transformed into a library
Every kitchen as a medicinal store!

Dr. Palakurthy Dinakar