Is The Radio Jockey A Post-Modern? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Had not been modern,
But the modern things,
I mean the appliances, utensils and comforts,
The cycle, the motorcycle, the radio and the paper,
The ship, the aeroplane and the telegram
Turned him into a modern man
With the conquering of time and distance
And after this started they dancing,
Doing the disco dance,
Taking drugs,
A club man, a party man
Picnicking, drinking, dancing and touring
And smiling,
Posing to be a modern man, a happy man,
With the hippie cut hair and bell bots,
Pufing in ganja and doing Hare Ramma, hare Krishna
But again something diseartened them
And felt they exhausted and fatigued,
A modernist in the torn jeans
With the patches over,
None but himself tore and stitched that,
The hair started it whitening at a younger stage
As for the stomach problem or adulteration in food
Or excessive colourful dyeing
And with the mobile handset, the television and the digicam
The post-modn
Trying everything as a radio jockey,
Classical, rural, urban.
But with adulteration, jam, pollution and disease