CLONE

Life is in the fast lane- for the initiated.
Body is omnipresent- soul languishes.
From morn till night - he is making deals.
He has got connections in the very right places.
Who is he? The question is irrelevant.
Rich, influential, contemptuous and irreverent-
He is the nephew of the local leader-
Or the brother-in-law of the public pleader-
Or may be the son of a mafia don.
There are so many role models he is just a clone.
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He dresses nattily; his ways are debonair.
Owns flashy cars; visits chic foyers.
He is arty, trendy and very hip-
Knowledgeable in the ways of world to his little fingertip.
But this worldly wisdom- this cultural façade
Is nothing but farce and begins to fade.
The warmth, the connectivity is lacking in the drone
Because he is pretender- at best a clone.

Born a parasite, he sponges on the toils of others.
Like the fungus- he is fast to prosper.
It is a pity-he doesn't know how useless is he.
Even a virus or bacteria   is worth more than she.
They are used as antidotes- they have some inherent qualities.
But these clones are empty vessels-void of emotion or sensivity.

~Jayanti~

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