Freaks Of Time Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Freaks of time;
Dispassion is no more
To be seen,
Ascetics grow wealthy,
Householders go penniless,
Well-born virtuous wives
Are driven out, and
Servant-girl brought home,
Sons respect father and mother
So long as they have not seen
The face of their wife,
Poets are seen in large numbers,
Saints refuse the Truth,
People perish for want of food,
Freaks of time is duplicity, perversity,
Hypocrisy, malice, heresy, pride,
Infatuation, concupiscence and arrogance,
There is some unholy motive with all,
It is raining not on earth,
Food grains sown in the soil do not germinate,
Women have enormous appetite,
Envy, harsh words are rampant,
Evenness of mind is absent,
People are all smitten with bereavement
And deep sorrow,
Self-control, charity, compassion and wisdom disappear
Remember, it is the store house of impurity and vices.