Plugged and gadgets prone,
Wired with the ear-phone,
Man's still all alone.
Panels palm-held are,
On auto-pilot his car,
Here in isle— no far!
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Man may have kissed outer world; made material progress; taken long strides in science; technology operating things from the palm of his hand. But he is still not in control of small things, nor can control his life. His outlook is still that of a man stranded on an island.
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Haikus | 04.05.18 |
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