This era shackled into lies and forgery

seized into the whims and fancies of the aristocracy.

The youth meanders obeying the diabolical whispers.

What an age of society, the learned look and ponder?

This era of the people who bleat and bray

masters of men, they watch the play.

The eyes bear testimony yet the brain defies,

the tepid heart slumbers left high and dry.

What an age of the nation, the learned cry.

This era where the righteous lie in graves

and the guilty are saved

where mothers are seen no more

cradling an offspring is just a sore!

while the twos are seen in fours.

What an age of the humanity, the learned mourns.

Look here, look there

Every screen you swipe there is a blabbering ‘guru’,

flock of ignorant is what you will see through.

Everyone is an author and anyone can be a poet

Ink and pages are affordable, you know it.

Knowledge is priceless and wisdom is not cheap,

‘Books of Learned Men’ lay in dustheap.

This dwelling has brought a disaster why no seismograph could detect?

not a war of nature but a war of intellect.

What an age of all the ages that came and passed by

accursed is the one where our lives lie.

The seeds are sown as the sapling has peeped out,

all they wait is the ‘forbidden fruit’ to be reaped out.

What an age of the mankind, what a day

the catastrophic ‘fruit’ will bring their dismay.

The learned men grieve as they weep

prepared to depart for their celestial sleep.

To what has come

Must not leave yet

For a utopia is yet to create.