Muse, Verse n' You
A TREASURE CHEST OF POETRY MUSINGS
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Shallowness of Modern Souls
A drought here, a cyclone there,
earthquakes scattered elsewhere -
all Mother Nature’s indignation in action,
the ozone hole a danger signal for us hapless souls
yet, we live our lives unaffected
stretching our mounds of habitation
till they burst at the seams.
The West turns towards the East
(it’s fashionable you know for foreign hands
to dip their fingers in spice and curry!)
the East surges blindly towards the West
(it’s chic you know to fly in fleets of fashion and software!)
why do cultures look everywhere else except within themselves?
destruction for gain that’s all we humans seem capable of.
A pity really
to perceive pure and perfect creation getting usurped
by unchurned concepts and unashamed sale of souls.
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