The Rampant Intellectual Beasts.
Untold sermons were said,
So many rituals on conventions were paid,
Enterprises on emotion were launched,
And Jacobs' thrifts were plundered as fund,
No outcome did turn.
Save the oozing blood from the Rood,
Save Christ's suffering as spiritual food,
Save Swami Vivekananda's rebuilding of the soul,
Save Lord Buddha's Nirban as goal,
Nothing remain as skeleton.
What glory of philosophy and literature we claim?
Plato's Republic and Santiago's name,
Hamlet's whining on 'To be and not to be'
Dante's delirium on Divine Comedy,
Not at all, -a roomful books on empty call!
Science, -the thought-packed boon of inventions,
Engine, Radioactive, Electric, quanta and communications,
Missile, atomic bomb, nuclear-reactor,
Are but Satan's verses of man's demotion.
Ah! does it make us humane and contented,
Oh! no a betrayal of Nature, and invitation of Fate!
Hi where to go and why!
Our reason and intellect fall and try,
At best a restless hypocrite is our gist,
We are now, the rampant intellectual beasts.
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