Times Now Poem by Saroj Padhi

Times are tough like craggy mountain top
as thro' high-tech progress we are prodding
when urges are going wild in the forest of faith
and moral standards of life are falling,
where evil instincts, inguise of divinity, are prowling
to outrage innocence, to the point of death, bleeding;
sex and money maniacs are round the corner
with wrong confidence, forever bagging and bulging!
Ways to happiness are lost in the maze of living
voices of justice are choked by the mafia
and old pillars of democracy, to an abyss, are falling!
Earth is caught in whirlpool of tsunamies and quakes
forever in cosmic fear, like a dead leaf in wind, trembling
and we, like voices of dead on Lethe, are sadly ringing!