From Modernism To Where, So-Called Modernity To Whither Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The journey, the onward journey from modernism to modernistic-ness
To post-modernism,
Had not been modern or mod,
From the villages to the towns and cities,
On the road of progress, development, education and civilization,
But nature is nature,
Wild, brutal, beastly, stormy, quiet and leveling it all in time,
Full of vegetation, creation and destruction.

In the beginning, man liked it to go with the speed of development,
Trying to fill with roads and comforts,
Trying to lessen time and distance
Through science and technology,
Lengthening the expectancy of life
As for diminishing measles and small pox,
Malaria, diarrhea, cholera, typhoid, tuberculosis, filarial,
Dengue, plague, pregnancy deaths and so on,
Experimenting with and exploring the possibilities,
All that can be done through the application of human brain and mind,
Bridging the rivers,
Flying over the seas and connecting.

With the radio danced he, sang he the modern man
With the wrist watch to see and mark,
The cycle to joy-ride
And as thus time went away
And in search of more, the modern urban men started thinking of
Becoming ultra-modern,
Dyeing the hair brown,
Taking heroin and brown sugar,
Holidaying, picnicking,
Hostellers and hoteliers, holidayers and picnickers,
The ramblers and gamblers,
The motorcycle and the car and the television.

And thereafter the towns and cities got filthier, dirty and nasty,
Whitened it the hair of the fashion designer at an younger age
As for pollution, the eco-imbalance,
Busy, fast and active life,
No time to talk to, no time to think about,
Noting to care for,
Job and employment and career, the race for it destroyed
What it was good in common manly life,
The bottle-fed boy felt it sick,
But it is too late to repair, it is too late to do the job.