REGRESSIVE

‘We are a highly progressive society’ --

we say in our camouflaged anxiety--

In terms of values and practice ,

With one foot in shoe of modernity

And another,  in deep prejudice ;

There is hardly any potion here

To lift us from this rotten abyss,

Where hearts lie in splinters,

Love is literal lip service ,

Where ecstasy is mired

By torrents of hypocrisy,

And honesty is muzzled

By  winds of a corrupt legacy.

Our souls are preoccupied with

Money, matter and fetish

And compassion, a pretence

In form of disguised  avarice .

In this claustrophobic world of the insane

What is wrong if I seek prolonged peace

In the little world of my courtyard

Where there is a pinch of silence and bliss .

Copy r. n comp. by Saroj k. padhi, 02/12/14