THE POST-MODERN WILL OF OUR TIME
A. J. Chary
These days
unheard of
is unadulterated milk
unseen is unpolluted water.
So are the feelings of the heart
uncontaminated.
Even our cat refuses to drink milk
but demands crunchy titbits.
And in our class-rooms
Shakespeare is no longer
the only fare unmixed,
but a potpourri of tawdry-bawdry
of high and low staple,
the papalist and populist
art, caste, culture and literature
and what not;
which appeals
to both who learn and unlearn
In our time it seems there is
a continuous re-barbi - carnivalization
of life as of
politics and love
which bewitch and bitch the voter
and/or lover.
Now, the MNCs mouth neologisms
about the status of man
in the universe.
The bowels of the earth
as of society
are mined and binned
unthoughtful of an iota
of fresh life
which breaks free
by throwing off the overladen soil –
a
cute little demonstration
against the post-modern will,
of obduracy of life and love.