The children in the malls, <br />Beautiful and handsome all, <br />Holding the hands of mom and dad, <br />See the world of display and false, <br />Polluted air and the shimmering light, <br />Very cold to play with the dolls, <br />Nicely fitted dresses and the shoes, <br />What they need can be got, <br />Not in a few months or years, <br />But in a second, from the counters, <br />Swiping the cards, mom is relieved, <br />Of guilt and the dad has the smile, <br />The happy family roams in the halls, <br />Shop after shop, aching legs pester, <br />Them to stop and need to go back home, <br />a call from the mutually benefiting neighbor, <br />The visitor from their village already left, <br />Leaving the organic gifts at their door step, <br />The hungry man from the tranquil village, <br />has waited for the host all day long <br />Has his tea and snacks at the stall and board the bus, <br />To tell the story of modern hospitality, <br />to his still innocent friends and relatives.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hospitality-of-modern-human/
