State Of The Art Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

They all're hiding their face.
They know they can't stop
the roller-coaster of the time.
They thought they're revolutionaries.
But it turned out to be a crazy daydream.
They helplessly watch
the turning events.
They witnessed the sale of the souls.
Now that was a new change!
Kind of a change they never
prepared for.
They sighed murmuring it's
a state of the art.
Made to order and all must nod
for the new state.
They were loyal to their creation.
Created to please no one
and as if it was the sole perpose
of the whole being.
That was a madness with which
they were tide up.
Some of themvanished
in their own crazy daydreams.
Others were caught in
the state of the art.