Technology’s making the world shrink
And people, increasingly, look for the waiting ‘shrink’,
A confused Man, no nightingale, no flower
Where’s the melody and the colour pink.

Burning forests now Nature’s pastime
Not without reason, not without rhyme,
Retribution for Man’s “Devastating “ Progress
Playing with Nature, playing with Clime.

Everything now within arm’s reach
Learning too’s an online teach,
Covid’s the great “inciter” of change
“Apple” may soon bring another peach.

“WMDs”, was the buzzword once, Remember
And, nothing was found, no burning ember,
It’s “Nuclear” now that worries the world
Maybe, the bow and arrow come September?

Where will all this end, I wonder
How much more will we tear asunder,
How deep are the Mighty Oceans
With the fish, will we live down under?

I don’t know, let’s ask the Wise
Will we drown below the lies,
Where is Truth buried today
The answer with the Heavens, probably lies.

The only “Wise One”, seems asleep
Too many secrets does He seem to keep,
In the open spaces above, somewhere
Does He too, sometimes, weep?

Will He some miracles perform.
One or two will not do,
A Prophet here, a Saint there
Rapacious Man versus God, True?

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)