Memory is failing me many a time on many a matter though a small one
Like many a slip between the cup and the lip while taking coffee or tea!
Know not why even the letters of the words I am not sure of to write, of late;
So lethargic and drowsy I feel as if I have drunk lathe of the mythological era!

While meditating I muse over myriad matters good, great and beautiful;
But while writing on paper I fully forget the plan of ideas to follow,
Which after fumbling many a time only I find in frustration very often.
Also while talking with friends, I fail to inform what I have written,
Which when they see in the book form feel unbelievable about my ability!

It’s easy to write, tedious to type, difficult to correct but impossible to convince others;
Such is the profession of a philosophic poet who forgets often his own ideas!
For, Poetry is building castles in the air and capturing them on the paper like
The photographer snaps the best scenes and easily forgets only
To remember and appreciate their beauty and worth after the print!

Nothing new we learn, think, remember and do most of the time,
But habitually we all do everything like the oil mongering bull;
This is what our tradition has trained us to be from the birth and
Which is what our society too wants us to do to be reliable to all!
That is why we fear to think new and create good things in life.

Instead of a slave of habit all should rationally think new to be a human,
For, harmonious human perfection is the purpose of human life;
To do that, up-gradation of human life can only be the way to human progress,
That lies in true knowledge, relevant thought and achievement of excellence in all.
So, in tradition bound duties, if we spend the whole of our life,
How are we to achieve human perfection ever in the world life?

In traditional activities best thoughts are prevented from implementation
And so spending time on wasteful thoughts our life itself becomes a waste!
Tradition is not actually the culture to be cherished most in life because
Unlike culture, best thoughts, words and deeds are not encouraged by it.
So also, in the name of civilisation modernisation too impedes human progress,
For, modern civilisation without culture is not at all real civilisation!
Tradition and modernity have become a dilemma for the world people
And unable to escape from this disillusionment they are reeling in
Problems leading to fear psychosis ultimately pushing them to death!

Tradition and modernity have made man a machine-beast creature
That lives on a routine, interesting or not a mere time-table life; and
Neither creative nor inventive men mechanically work, awake or asleep!
Tradition or modernity, it is the same old wine in the new bottles!
So, the same old story continues forever and ever non-stop!
Only fire or flood or some catastrophe can collapse the routine rhythm!

There is no chance for brain work in this kind of mechanical life;
Only devils or geniuses can do bad or good deeds in this scheme
That collapses or creates the world for bad or good for others
Making it a hell or heaven for the men in this drama of day and night!
Tradition or modernity has made world life and work boredom
And here drowsiness and forgetfulness darken the mind of man;
So, man shudders in fear and struggles to escape from nightmares in
Drinks, drugs and other poisons of the world without an end!