Where is the modern world now heading to?
Our life is in the 'automatic' mode;
As per his fancies, things man tries to do;
Forgetting God, man follows any road.
Each one feels orphaned despite kith and kin;
To earn money is man's primary goal;
More wealth puts man into vices and sin,
That grows into a mountain from a mole.
Science questions creation of even God;
Yet, man can't control Nature in fury;
Man's thoughts are sometimes quixotic and odd;
The health of soul is one thing we bury.
But Science has limits; man is handicapped;
And God is there where knowledge can't be tapped.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem