Do we live in a world
That’s already past its peak
Small and big computers
Fragment my distractions like the shredder of Banksy
Since I was born
I keep trying to go back in time
To simpler meals in huts and homes
To the evening silence in villages of Udaipur
Lately I strayed into the woods
And I couldn’t leave without wrenching my self from them
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