How will we fill up all these vast, empty spaces
Within us. Shall we take to alcohol or drugs?
Shall we visit gurus, counsellors or priests?
Shall we purchase even more shiny, new items?
Perhaps, we can find 'true love' on the internet,
Or maybe experience a few casual flings.
Perhaps, we can fill our emptiness with the fake
Hysteria of modern spectacles: from sports
To rock music. Perhaps, we can get our kicks from
The sheer speed of flashy, expensive racing cars.
Perhaps, we canjoin a political party,
Or compose pretty poems to relieve the boredom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
perhaps these all through internet! oh! lockdown condition!