Modern Poem Poem by Upendra Majhi

Whatever fast food mall delivers
that is thy feed,
whatever liquid the mall poureth,
that is thy potion,
whatever flying idea
whatever decaying photon- idea
your agile free mind delivers
getting too tangential even
that is the poem of modern times,
Not to kill it by several editing,
for those will be by feudal's scapel,
by the scapel of thy detractors,
And your poem is one portion of a long chain
like fast food is a part of chain till next food mall.