The Modern Monster

 

The Modern Monster

 

At times, I become scared;

I find my shadow a ghost;

Modernity has indeed dared

Too much due to its boast.

 

I fail to recognise

The face in the mirror;

I fail to patronise

Myself, full of horror.

 

Wherever I put my glance,

I find all things banal;

Lunacy seems to dance,

Throwing muck from the canal.

 

Life’s become full of decay;

In fact, it’s growing on and on;

Nights seem brighter than a day;

All morality has gone, aye, gone.

 

Whenever I become nostalgic,

The rugged reality hurts even more;

I do feel, find life tragic

And become wounded and full of gore.

 

The wind has been full, too full,

Full of venom everywhere;

The social greyhounds drool, yes, drool;

Peace becomes too much rare.

 

Ethics have departed long ago;

And we applaud sometimes! How?

This life is a truly tragic show

That is going on so well now.

 

How can we become so devoid?

There’s no depth in any word today;

Eyes get blurred, need much steroid

And tears pour salt on the moments gay.

 

Sometimes, I, indeed, wish to flee,

Flee to a distant unknown land;

I come back to the real, lose my glee

And myself do I reprimand.

 

Everything seems to be a gyre

In such a modern and murderous era;

Either side of the path, every liar,

Does decorate with lies in plethora.

 

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