Books Of Novel

Books Of Novel

A Poem by Sumit Ganguly

Books of novel are tetra-packs.

Fruits of society are manually picked up

crushed, mixed in neat proportions

and sealed to make fresh fruit juice.

Goodwill achieved by the presenters

put wings to the packages.

 

It's a different world in the dark interior

There are dreams of sun, rain, summer,

and the colors and tunes of spring

present a mirror world

full of butterflies and pests.

Each pack waits to tell its inside story

to an expectant connoisseur

and waits eagerly for a sigh of relief.

 

As the wind rolls on

cloned and genetically modified fruits appear

new entrepreneurs present newer packs

modern people enjoy never-before taste.

Every now and then new vistas open up,

the two worlds spin side by side. 

© 2016 Sumit Ganguly


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This strikes me as a condemnation of GMO's and I desire to have more of the old world order back. Where
ever there is a buck to be made, there'll be people with too few scruples. But, they tell us that's progress.
Good write.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Sumit Ganguly

8 Years Ago

Thank you.

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Sumit Ganguly
Sumit Ganguly

Kolkata, South Asia, India



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