Survival is a serial struggle to see God
Through the battered terrestrial ambit.
The man made make beliefs
Have meandered from the main frame
Like a chronic malaise of the mind.
Technology expands in a freak
As Tradition's daily teaser.
Seeing global directions through
Instantaneous ' I' versions
In updated audio visual forms,
Makes the world smaller,
And easy to travel and grasp.
But man's maddening techno moves
Make no head way to track the route
To the Divine terminals ;
As God has no tears to shed
For man's manifold maladies,
Man's technology quest
Ever remains an irremediable predicament
Entangling him to his inventive boomerangs.
God's pride in prefixing the fate of His product
Endows His creative grip ever with a whip.
P.Chandrasearan.
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