Short Poem - The Age of Staggered Man


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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