Decaying with progress
Multiplying like a germ
In the shackles of modernities
Insinuating charm
Blinded with ambition
Obscure existence
Suppressed emotions
No sign of lark
Silenced with noise
Blindfolded with choice
Passionate slaves of desire
Educated for servitude
Reborn to play the same game
Again and again
The inner Paupers
Mesmerized with gain
Masters of discrimination
Trodden with promiscuousness
Some with excess
Others with emptiness
The cradle of
Insecurity and fear
Colony’s of a deprived childhood
Too much to bear.
Only few pillars of Sanity
Not filled with Vanity
In true sprits
Holding the fall.
A biting picture of the degeneration in the modern world as portrayed in Elliot’s Wasteland. It could be titled ” The Fall” or “Shackles of Modernity” to enhance the effect.
Thank you very much, and its absolutely amazing to be compared with Elliot. I like all your suggested titles. Thanks for them.
Wastelandish imagery, pinching the conscience of humans. The optimistic note makes the difference as in these lines:
“Only few pillars of Sanity
Not filled with Vanity
In true sprits
Holding the fall.”
The very not beautifies the poem. A thought-provoking piece of art.
Thanks Jagdish for your review.
A hard-hitting,and well-crafted,poem on modern society.It depicts the decline and fall of ethical values through apt images.
Thank you Vijaysir
Well Crafted work
Thanks Unnikrishnan
Really inspiring
Thanks a lot for reading it.