From Modernism To Modernistic-Ness To Post-Modernism To Where? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

As a modern, I mean modn
Hated I the village life and scenery,
Liked I the town life and living,
Sung I the love songs on the ways

But felt I disgusted with,
My hair turned it white and started falling down,
Nay brown-brown and grey, coloured-coloured,
Natural colour vanished it
And I fell short of becoming an English man,
A European or a White
With the golden brown hair.

Again from there, changed I myself,
Turned into a post-modn,
Wearing the faded jeans and a T-shirt simply,
Taking to naturally, trying to be back, looking blankly,
With the sophisticated electrical to electronic to digital use and throw things,
Dealing with pollution, global warming, climate change
And so many things connected with our existence,
Aggravating the anxiety of the age and the human psyche.