Oh, decadence, decadence, decadence everywhere! What to do?
What has happened to my poetic mind?
Why has it stopped producing poetry,
Which was flowing like a smooth running river?
Now has virtually dried up like a dry desert.
O My poetic mind! Why have you dried up?
When will you, become wet and ooze out new verses?

The Shelley-like our national poet, Bharathi was there
And the naturalist, our international poet, Tagore was there
To produce poetry in profusion during the national movement
And worked much to get liberty and democracy for the nation,
This was exploited and humiliated for more than 500 years
by foreign domination.
The national struggle for independence was the great cause
for these poets;
The French revolution was the great cause
for those illustrious romantic poets;
But now, what great cause do I have to write great poetry?

Beauty, love and nature echo forever in their lively poetry;
But with trivial and sundry things what great poetry
could be written?
Liberty, equality and fraternity established through their poetry;
But today those slogans are not genuine in practice anywhere.

Liberty, love and justice are very much needed
for human civilisation anywhere
And for that everyone should follow the culture of doing things
as one likes in the light of truth;
But devoid of morality and culture they live modern life
according to the civilisation of hypocrisy!
Many taking liberty for granted, bothering little about
love, truth and justice do whatever they like!
Too much liberty has developed the individual
into an unwise intelligent citizen!

They acquire knowledge, apply sophisticated scientific technology
and achieve economic viability
In this matters of fact, business like and noncommittal new world.
They insist on system and follow the system
to complete time bound programmes
And function as salves to time in competition with the machines
to fulfill targets;
Result: The time spirit is activating the machination man
in the modern world today!
Is it good or bad ? There’s no time for men to think
but only machine has to decide!
So, has man to live mechanically this monotonous routine life
according to the tick of the time?
How awful and mad the life of the modern man has become today!

Art, culture and nature, intricately connected with man
are too unique to be ignored
And unwise utilization of Science leads to the destruction
of them and man ultimately.
So the duty of man is to safeguard and cherish them forever;
Though he has rights to do whatever he likes,
yet he cannot forget such vital duties.
He can meddle with art and culture
but not with nature and escape.
So, is it not unwise to live in time only and not in wise deeds?

The rapid exploitation of natural resources destroys
the power of nature to recoup itself
And the pollution of environment kills
the natural biological growth everywhere.
Science and technology are needed but their unwise use
leads towards the destruction of all;
Not only on the earth but also in the outer space
man ventures out for scientific discoveries;
And time may come when like in the hospitals man may have to live
in the oxygen tents somewhere in the moon!
Then as in the Byzantium man has to satisfy himself with
the artificial Nightingales to sing songs for him!

Now in this century itself man uses computer to produce poetry
sans nature and human nature!
So, gone are the days of the majestic verses of the Miltonic brand!
And gone are the days of the myriad nature of the Shakespeare’s Art!
Where can we find such great works of poetry today?
Where can we see artistic works of human perfection?
No more shall we talk about them, because it’s waste of time,
you know!

Then what will be the definition of Man’s life in the future?
Life will be a scientific routine to be followed as machines!
Life will be a fixed timetable to be adhered to
for safe mechanical life!
And the final goal will be to become machine after death
in order to continue the routine!

The symptoms of such happenings are already seen
in the destruction of art, culture, literature and nature today!
Already I am also automatically in the process of machination
destroying nature in sophistication!
And so what use is there for my worrying about my poetic mind
to produce poetry at all?
After all this is the reason why my natural poetry of creativity
has turned into prosaic poetry of criticism!
And my poetic mind has lost the poetic spirit as it has mingled
one with the machine world of man!
This is the sorry state in this decadent age of the modern world!