Tranquil Time—mother Of Poetry Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Time was when slowly bestirred each life's rhyme
The life was not when tied to ticking time,
Time was when man enjoyed tranquillity
That in turn mothered art and poetry.

Change of time when speeded up pace of walk,
And man began when to compete with clock,
He tried filling up ocean in a pot,
And ever since man has been in it caught—

The greed of getting ever more and more
Oh on a speeding time's fast shrinking shore,
And we know where fine arts have come to be,
And where alas has modern poetry!

Anything in name of art goes,
And poetry is all but prose.
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Reflections |05.04.2019|
Topic: life, time, today