This Age of Staggered Man
Needs a timely thought
The Invincible Destiny is hovering over head
Why the youth is being wasted
O'er things which are dead?
The invisible burden over the shoulders
Of this feeble 'hollow man'of Eliot
Is too tremendous to tread
Steadily on the Treacherous Terrain
Would all the thinking go in vain?
The heart of a poet is wrenched
With the drastically devastating domain
Of Mindless Mechanism taking over
Before it blasts the Blessings
Would it be checked and harnessed?
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