blazeofglory
06-19-2007, 12:12 PM
Poetry dries
Resulting in the end of imagination
For man has little time for imagination
He is occupied by not by nature
Human sufferings, issues of love affairs
Atrocities even episodes of terrorism do not engross his thought
For it all these issues have been part of his life
He watched them TV, read in papers and on the internet
There is no space within him for sensitivity
Beauty is indistinguishable from sex
Parting with partners is an old story
And there is preparedness for this
Cause the day to tie the pair heralds a day of parting
There is little credence in love affairs
Virtual love, virtual sex ends up with virtual parting
Webcams tie you matrimonially
Piecing images together
He lives in fragments, not in whole
He gets extreme cares in infancy
Industrial booms have fulfilled
All his material needs
Matures into adolescence
Advances into a closely knit affair
Dreams are there of courses
Man needs dreams
For without dreams he can not heal his wounds
Dreams get but deferred
He ages and gets hooked on to imagining a misty future
For all this happens
Because man is machinated
Automated
Machines driven
Machines become obsolete technologically
He becomes a heap of dry bones
If there is poetry it will fill flesh in his skeletal fleshes.
But poetry is dead
So is the verve and vigor of life.
Resulting in the end of imagination
For man has little time for imagination
He is occupied by not by nature
Human sufferings, issues of love affairs
Atrocities even episodes of terrorism do not engross his thought
For it all these issues have been part of his life
He watched them TV, read in papers and on the internet
There is no space within him for sensitivity
Beauty is indistinguishable from sex
Parting with partners is an old story
And there is preparedness for this
Cause the day to tie the pair heralds a day of parting
There is little credence in love affairs
Virtual love, virtual sex ends up with virtual parting
Webcams tie you matrimonially
Piecing images together
He lives in fragments, not in whole
He gets extreme cares in infancy
Industrial booms have fulfilled
All his material needs
Matures into adolescence
Advances into a closely knit affair
Dreams are there of courses
Man needs dreams
For without dreams he can not heal his wounds
Dreams get but deferred
He ages and gets hooked on to imagining a misty future
For all this happens
Because man is machinated
Automated
Machines driven
Machines become obsolete technologically
He becomes a heap of dry bones
If there is poetry it will fill flesh in his skeletal fleshes.
But poetry is dead
So is the verve and vigor of life.