Dr John Celes
Modern Science – Boon Or Bane? - Poem by Dr John Celes
Though Science has made forays with time,
And given men luxurious life,
Not everything that’s modern called,
Is good for mankind’s stay on earth!
Those days were Halcyon and so good,
With man aligning Nature’s ways;
And families-joint was indeed boon,
That catered to all needs which rose.
The food though cooked in pots of clay,
On stone-ovens by cow-dung cakes,
Had fibre, nutrients and taste,
Improving health and span of life.
Polluted air and water now,
With mosquitoes, flies breeding fast,
And effluents in rivers, tanks,
Cause epidemics, killing hordes!
But things have gone ‘high-tech’ a lot,
And man has reached the Moon for rocks!
His Curiosity touched Mars,
As light-years’ journey seems real!
Men huddled in cities brag of
A glorious life and lucre quick,
And wine, women, exotic foods
– A world of fantasy come true!
Most modern things are not quite safe!
The Nuke-stations are hazardous;
The Thorium in beach-sands hid
Is purified for nuclear-tests!
What prostheses replace man’s parts!
Man’s genome has been unraveled;
Gene-basis of diseases found
May lead to cures, incredible!
Robotic surgery is true;
Tele-medicine dwarfs the globe;
The rich are turning richer fast;
Health-care is now an industry!
Drug molecules invade the mart,
Efficacious and made so smart;
Old-age is less miserable now,
Except young ones to care and love!
But dangers lurk around corners;
Most deaths are due to accidents;
Many are cancers defying cures,
And germs resist new drugs more oft.
Though modern science has blessed mankind,
Both harmony and peace are gone!
The soul of man in shamble lies,
With God and conscience, both denied!
Thus modern science is boon on earth,
But bane for soul of man since birth!
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