The Issues In Cotemporary Poetry Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

When the modern world is confronted
With environmental pollution, climate change, atomic summer;
Global warming, abnormal rise and fall in temperatures;
Acid rain and its after-effects;
Radiation and its toll upon,
How to take to poetry,
Contemporary poetry?

Many a thing keeps us alarming
And has gone extinct
And are falling in numbers,
Many exotic flora and fauna,
Many a species of animals and birds,
So how to help with genetic cloning
And social forestry
Is the question to be answered?

The world on the brink of extinction,
Typhoons coming with a bang,
Gathering storms and cyclones
Into changing into tornadoes
Threatening our existence,
Life on earth,
Now how to save our green earth
Is the question
Rather than poetry and its subject-matter?

The peacock dances it not under the showers,
The porcupines almost gone extinct,
The deer not grazing,
The foxes too are falling ill
After consuming the poisonous things
From the municipality garbage.

While on the other hand, the modern man keeps
Expanding and expanding his kingdom,
Overpopulating and inhabiting the areas
Full of forests,
After clearing and cleaning them
To be filled with the bituminous roads
And the cemented buildings.

The smokes from the automobiles
And the factories
And the hills blasted off and crushed
As for stone quarrying,
The tumbling blocks and chunks
Of stone and rocks
Crushed into stone-crushers
As for concrete chips for
The roads, buildings and railways under construction.

Now the building blocks with the flats
Have come up
As tall mansions,
The promoters promoting it all
To be the plaza and the shopping mall owners
With the mannequins in the glasses
And plastic flowers to be gifted to
With an exchange of some artificial smile.

The robots doing the office work and the home work,
The washing machine, the sweeping machine,
Speaking the technical language,
The cactuses decorating the garden,
Air-conditioners conditioning the climate
Of the room
And the management managing it all.

But the master still not satisfied,
Is willing to buy a helicopter
To alight from and to land
On the roof of the skyscraper,
A tycoon he,
A business magnet and a media baron,
But falling short of a mafia don.

The bobby-cut bobbed ma’m,
Golden and glistening, modern and stylistic,
Sitting with a teddy bear and a shabby dog,
Artificial and costly-jewelled
Going by car
With a ta-ta, bye-bye,
Taking leave of and going
With an artificial smile of hers.

The hotels, resorts, restaurants, clubs and parties,
Bar houses, airports, bus terminuses,
Shopping malls, plazas and pizzas,
Interior designing, photography and film,
Zebra crossings and Z-plus security,
Firearms and bossism,
Wealth and assets,
Cyber cafés, cold drinks and beverages,
Without caring for health and its hazards,
The boring talks of his
So full of drudgery and monotony
With nothing natural in them,
Everything but mechanical, technical and artificial,
Even laugh they artificially.