A Document Of Unrest Time

A Document of Unrest Time ************ The world is getting isolated, Day by day and with quick change of face, Everyone is an island with None, A separate entity with crotchet. The fast increasing population, Cut-throat competition and self-Love, Immoral and unethical chase, Man is now a dreary wad of craze. Political malice and meanness, Hypocrisy and falsehood the midst, Man is not worthy to be man Now, An age of self-delusion sets in. Poets and Parnassian and authors, Painters and sculptors are jumping boats, With stone precious in eyes they use sense, For selfish end they polish their pens. A very tough Time, the desert of souls, Living in society is strait, An unrest Time of Stringent politics, Life is on the edge to fall any trice. We need a vast Mind and spacious Being, Forgiving soul with stern principle, A wand in hand and luminous eyes, A warrior and a pious cognoscente. **********