Treasure Island

Harindhar Reddy

(Sept/19/1983 / Haliya, Hyderabad, India)

Where is Human Touch? (Man Sees Nature's Wrath)


Hurray! Hip, hip hurray! At the dawn of the era -
Man made a vehicle and it - a factoid,
Man made a television and he - an anthropoid!
Man made an engine, and he - a humanoid,
Man made a computer and an android…….
Man is ruling with ideas energetic!
Technology is at Midas touch, yet where is human touch?

Ouch! In the grouchy modern era -
For east meets west there is no rest……
Devoid of gaiety, he avoids nature deity in the news latest;
For altercations and imbrications; he takes acid Test!
For global terrorism, hooliganism is at its best!
Man is ruling with ideas energetic!
Technology is at Midas touch, yet where is human touch?

Oops! Is he at the end of the era…….?
In dog eat dog world, he became a psychopath,
With a club and a pub, he is also a sociopath!
In the life of artificiality, he is not a naturopath…..
With tsunamis Earth, man’s sees nature's wrath!
Man is ruling with ideas energetic!
Technology is at Midas touch, yet where is human touch?

Submitted: Saturday, August 13, 2011
Edited: Sunday, August 14, 2011

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  • Jacqui Broad (11/6/2011 2:44:00 AM)

    My heart cried yes! I love poetry that gives one something to think. I'm surprised how similar we are in thinking. Nature showing its wrath, yet no-one wants to change! Left, left, right, K.O! (Report) Reply

  • Crimson Love (11/5/2011 2:06:00 PM)

    Wow, Every word in this was tantalizing. Your words instill great power in the minds whom read this poem, truly Phenomenal. (Report) Reply

  • Shanavas Maideen (11/1/2011 10:04:00 AM)

    'In dog eat dog world, he became a psychopath,
    With a club and a pub, he is also a sociopath!
    In the life of artificiality, he is not a naturopath…..'

    Above lines in the poem describe the self centered man who bugs the nature and other creatures for petty bucks and his life sucks! Yes Technology is mere shadow and a night mare and it can never solve complications in humanrelations. A well described poem with compact ideas. Good work by the poet. best of Luck............... (Report) Reply

  • Greg Uhan (8/19/2011 2:42:00 AM)

    The originality of mind and energy of spirit in your poems! - most admirable and inspirational.

    Let us all keep writing poems about the truth of nature. (Report) Reply

  • Allemagne Roßmann (8/18/2011 8:59:00 PM)

    Man made a vehicle and it - a factoid,
    Man made a television and he - an anthropoid!
    Man made an engine, and he - a humanoid,
    Man made a computer and an android…….
    Man is ruling with ideas energetic!

    Man is a myth now.Technology is frankenstein.Human touch is also a myth now therefore.Machines ultimately fail in the end. (Report) Reply

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