The Age Of Machine Poem by R.K.S. Yadav

The relations are gone beyond the Sun
And the people are having them just for fun
The children seem reluctant to keep them
With heart and live just for fame
Have the days gone early in the morning
The children used to take one thing
The blessings of their elders who had
But now they seem busy like a mad
Unless we have feelings alive in our heart
We shall be forced to go and depart
Life is a bouquet and relations the smell
That makes life better than the hell
Let's not die our emotions at all
and be the machine just like a call.