FRANKENSTEIN OF MATERIALISM
Present seems to be a continuous tense,
That flows like the river without pretence!
While we keep running with our created
Devil, - that Frankenstein!
Leaving our long cherished values behind;
As knowledge and skill accumulates with
time!
With no time left to fine tune ourselves,
Forever seeking our short-term gains,
Instant gratification now our life controls;
To that materialistic Frankenstein our life is
sold!
Whoever spoke about a hidden soul! ?
We claim to know better than those sages
of old!
Yet many a man his life has sold, -
For the glitter and glamour which they
behold!
But the benign Lord keeps waiting till the
end,
Hoping that erring mankind will one day
repent!
So that those lost souls can enter His fold,
Before that Devil of Materialism claims
its own! !
- Raj Nandy
11 Jun 08
New Delhi
(In Mary Shelly's novel she cautions humans trying
to 'over-reach' themselves in the age of Industrialisation!
Victor Frankenstein the creator is killed by his monster!)
You are perfectly right in what you are saying there in your poem, derar poet! That's why I strike a tune in several of my poems in favor of mankind trying to rid ourselves from the evil of all money, by abolishing it through evetually introducing a new, panvoluntaristic system of all human 'Give & Take'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Raj you have so right, whre have the finer values disappeared. i had touched on erwise why would they be in this in my poem Affluenza. i notice a deep restlessness in the present generation, they want everything too soon. i feel they are lost. mamta