Is the modern world of armament <br />like a flower of firmament <br />or like a hare’s horn <br />or like a mirage or like an unborn? <br /> <br />The core of the heart all the time <br />is haunted by the catastrophe of humanity. <br />Everywhere reigns the epicureanism sublime <br />in practical reality. <br /> <br />Is it peace in the age of atom? <br />Is it the truth of life, <br />while man is swayed away at random <br />by the onslaughts of mundane strife? <br /> <br />Nonplussed as if by the state of collision <br />between truth and illusion, <br />man like Trishanku in the middle <br />encounters today’s countless riddle. <br /> <br />In the world ephemeral, <br />none can fasten the soul immortal. <br />The abstract panacea of today <br />forms the philanthropic introspection <br />that can pave the way <br />for concrete and eternal perfection.<br /><br />Harekrishna Meher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/illusion-of-modernity/
