An advertisement.

Devender Kumar

I see an advertisement.
If I wish to see, otherwise
I pay a fee.
Whatever I want to see,
I am on an Earth
that is business property.
The cities, the villages,
on radios, on TVs,
wherever I look,
an advertisement
is more than me or thee.
This is the trick to enslave
both me and thee.
Life is encircled by ads,
yet you tell me it’s free.
Wherever I wish to eat,
an advertisement.
Whatever I wish to read,
an advertisement.
Here and there to guide me,
to lure me,
to threaten me,
to counsel me.
Even the gods are purchased
and sold through
an advertisement.
I breathe
an advertisement.
I eat
an advertisement.
I discuss
an advertisement. Is this life
for an advertisement?
Or is this life
an advertisement?
I fear
is my love for you
an advertisement?
To be free
is to be free from
a world of advertisement.
Will it be a heaven?
Or is heaven itself
an advertisement?
  • Author: Devender Kumar (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 21st, 2025 03:41
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    A lovely and insightful poem about a society that is capitalistic and money oriented where the one that dies with the most toys wins and yes most would agree that to go to heaven you have to purchase a ticket, there are no more TV programs just advertisements and some of them interrupted for another advertisement. A great read Devender



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