The ship of technology
Floating on the sea of life
Taking us far and away-
Towards newer civilizations
Of intellectuals higher,
Alienated we all as probably
From the courses of Mother Nature.
But whither shall it take us ultimately?
That is the question uppermost in the mind
Hovering, while sitting meditatively
A turbulent storm in the inner mind
Making me all unstable
And I feel crazy pondering deeply.
Calm I down, yes, calm I down
Solace-Divine and Spiritual
Rolls down my whole being
A vision- we all being led forward
Towards our origin, our source, our root
Identifying we all with the root.
The root- the seed, soul, core-
The unbloomed bud of bloomed civilizations.
The ship of technology vanishes ultimately
But promises to be with us
While praying for necessity to God.
Floating on the sea of life
Taking us far and away-
Towards newer civilizations
Of intellectuals higher,
Alienated we all as probably
From the courses of Mother Nature.
But whither shall it take us ultimately?
That is the question uppermost in the mind
Hovering, while sitting meditatively
A turbulent storm in the inner mind
Making me all unstable
And I feel crazy pondering deeply.
Calm I down, yes, calm I down
Solace-Divine and Spiritual
Rolls down my whole being
A vision- we all being led forward
Towards our origin, our source, our root
Identifying we all with the root.
The root- the seed, soul, core-
The unbloomed bud of bloomed civilizations.
The ship of technology vanishes ultimately
But promises to be with us
While praying for necessity to God.
About The Author
Debabrata Das, an Assistant Teacher in English. Second Master Degree in Education. Lives at Raiganj, Uttar Dinajpur ( West Bengal). Writing poetry in English is a hobby. Also practicing Indian Classical music and Rabindra Sangeet.
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