SCIENCE to man has been a mirage.
Since ages do the quest is ON.
Excavations, Evolution and Exodus;
Endless pursuits with results morbid.
Every HUMAN ACTION is bound
By the complex strings of SCIENCE;
Mental, Physical, Social or Natural.
Though Rains of Knowledge and Wisdom
Caused Intellectual Flood on GENERATIONS,
Savage Saints dictated destinies of MAN,
And NATURE by fallible predictions.
Misgivings still garnish crowns on
The perceptions of even the most learned;
Alas! What a curse on innocent futurity!
Diagnostic style and progressive approach, your graphology sets the mood of the poem! ! ! very good! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aha a great critique n dissection of poetic endeavours! Wow! Pls do read mine too.