I am reaching for pills for my physical health;
I am groping for entertainment in containers
for my mental health;
I am dipping my weary hours in tranquillizers, intoxicants;
And seeking to satisfy my aspirations for salvation
thro’ turning tons of printed words
of godpersons, gurus, and the wise.

I am listening, monitoring celestial signals on ether;
I am sitting over the streams of endless numbers,
rolling over endless wheels reaching nowhere;
I am watching through latest floppies and diskettes;
And looking lustily through bright bikinis
on the sexy bottoms of global beauties
in the grand finale in pursuit of Aesthetics.

I notice no more dancing of grass in the raindrops;
I smell no more fragrance of soil after the first showers
through carbon monoxide and sulphur;
I have lost sight of the Flame of Forest;
I hear no more notes by a cuckoo, notice no more
the spring time passing by
in the barren hills of Western Ghats nearby.

I am immune to the ugly sight of urchin, by the side
Of a stray dog, child illegitimate of the civilisation mod,
hunting crumbs by the garbage roadside.
I caress my unsatiable desires for power and progress,
Through my chronic needs endless – for external aids endless.

I press my chest to quell the surging waves of pains
Through sounds of sirens,
Clouded by loosing senses
Dimly aware of my perversions endless.