Afternoon haze,
Rekindles memories;
Is there anyone to talk to?
No answer,
Reverberates now,
Am I all alone today?
But there are,
So many people,
Yet there is something amiss.
Where is Keats?
Emily Bronte and Gray?
Why very few know Ghalib?
Tell me please,
Why people have changed,
When the rest is as it was!