Wounded Civilization Poem by Saroj Padhi

In this wounded world of social relation
where identity needs constant modification,
looking beyond today is a far-fetched dream
and spirituality is lost in ghettos of religion;

where illusory is all affection
love seeks fulfillment between rickety legs
of a hollowed civilization
flesh and bones are sucked to the dregs
and lust seeks vicarious satisfaction;

where wind has lost direction, rain its content
fire its head, earth its fertility and space its dimension
we have lost names to assume numbers
alas! We the members of a lost generation!

Tell me the way to salvation dear in this human desert
where for pain, there is little compassion
success screams like a wounded dove in concrete jungle
and hope tries to rise from ashes of an oblivion!