Modern slavery
That man told me, “This is where we all live”.
A contemporary place where we sleep
Slaves of modernity, we are all slaves.
Human servitude, a paid serfdom
But a holocaust of inmost soul
Its techniques and tactics robotic
Pity mortals give in and marvel
Forced by the sweep of green odyssey.
A market where whatsoever be
Is bargained and bartered infinite;
Core appreciation is at lost.
Social sway feeds its panorama
Weighing the intellect and price tag.
Trip to modernity is a truce
For some in vague attitude trying;
Trying to pose and declaring to
Stand tall and hang around taciturn
And pretending to tread cautiously.
Revival of a new slave dynasty
Never should it be forgotten loyals
Anyone is Qutubuddin Aybak.
3 comments:
Good Gracious!!! I never knew my sissy cud write such good poetry... I have never read such a thought provoking poetry ever before.. Keep up the good work.. All the best :)
Regards
Tacoma
The poem indeed holds a mirror to the contemporary world.. Slavery no doubt have been abolished years ago yet we are still bound by it in one or the other way.
"Trip to modernity is a truce
For some in vague attitude trying;
Trying to pose and declaring to
Stand tall and hang around taciturn
And pretending to tread cautiously."
I found these lines the most striking. A very well-written verse. Keep Writing! I will soon be following your blog. :)
thanks dear dada and deepa
i hope you continue giving your authentic views
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