At global village
We are the happiest beings.
We’ve trammelled long grass, cut forests
Mined earth’s gold out of its aching belly,
Made holes in sky.
Happy, as the world is an open space
Pictures— raw, violent, viral, flash and flash
In crore crystal screens round the clock.
We share joys of the world
Can we bar our farthest ills and wounds?
It’s a two-way street,
If we take its fruits
We must bear its threats.