Where Are Our Pleasant Dales? Poem by Ravi Panamanna

Man hath conquered the outer space
But not his inner, living space.
Science to our life is a boon
But our springs are remaining far behind.

Man’s telescope scans the universe
But doesn’t scale his inner verses.
To computers we remain ever hooked,
But to heart we remain not linked.

Our world is a narrow thought,
The ancient lantern, we have lost-
Of culture and booming heritage,
To mentally end up dry and savage.

Man hath reached out to stars,
But doesn’t stop his earthly wars.
Somewhere, a bottle of blood is a must,
Somewhere, blood is drawn out of lust.

Man and his life are a boon,
We fight but to perish soon.
Where are our streams, our pleasant dales?
All are disappearing in an approaching gale.