Nectar of love
has already dried up
clearing the way
for manufactured love.
True friendship is
a thing of the past
and now that which
exists is momentary
and ephemeral.
Flowers are in abundance
but mind you all are
plastic flowers sans fragrance.
Rivers, lakes, ponds and
wells have gradually
reached bottom line
and they
are haunted by
an imminent drought.
Friendships are aplenty
but for the moments sake.
The world though
is within our grips
but relationships
remain more and more
distant in this busy
imperfect egg-sized world.
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