That we are in the age of artificial hearts
And bodies, living without brains
Everyday, the journey, much farther
On to the moon and to the Mars
Escaping blazing sunshine
And without drenching in rain
Miles are nothing, minds work together
Inventions, no wonder, planned miracles
Limits much farther than the sky
Making lives so portable and manageable
Touring around with the winning spree
Fortune so denigrates the moods of triumph

That there is something called nature
And it’s so unconvincible of the lot
How much ever could we catch its thought
Thrashes with authority indomitable
The three and mighty agents
Say the sun, the sea and the sky
Co-ordinate under the walls of our vigilance
Just the rage and revenge are hinted
Let to try a war with strategy, best
Only to end up in a disaster and glum
May it be never again the same way
That we can plan with wisdom and alert.