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Surreal

Surreal

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She climbed up the hill,

With bit of a chill,

Diving through the tea leaves,

Towards the lady with a basket of tea in heaves.


The photographer was right behind,

She borrowed the poncho from woman kind,

Put it on without being guided,

Click! Click! The camera sounded.


One selfie with the lady was must,

To look like the woman of the dust.

As soon as the photo-shoot was over,

she climbed down the hill into her rover!


The kind woman went back to work,

Her fingers sore from the tea leaves she plucked.

This was her life not some social media ,

The towner's who came were just fascinated by Wikipedia.


For us the village is heaven as long as they have wifi ,

They want to display their connection to dust in the social media and live life high-fi!

The smell of the greenery and pure blue sky ,

The deep running rivers or the mountains too high,

Nothing is fascinating until virtual is real,

Our lives have become surreal!

Isn't it?


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