Modern poetry is of the modern age,
Modern, modernist, post-modern and contemporary,
modernism and its beyond,
Lengthening up to the new age and new times,
Presenting the bare and barren pictures
Of a waste land.
Modern poetry of the modern age,
The angst and bewilderment of it,
The malaise and annihilation,
The desertion and destruction of it,
Modern civilization a heap of ruins,
of fallen debris and waste materials.
Modern poetry a pastiche of thoughts and ideas,
Broken lines and rhythms jumbled together,
Without thought and meaning,
Modern hollow expression
Of modern hollow men,
Inclusive of the jazz and the blues.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We cannot neglect modern poetry, modernism, modern culture, which is actually one step forward to the gone footsteps and as such there is no way other than to accept it with reservations on bad ones. A socially relevant poem and likes it in that sense.