A Tryst With Modernity Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

With the cycle, the wrist watch and the radio,
Called I modern
And thereafter city-dwelling and urban life,
Called I modernistic
And now after being stylistic and manneristic,
Call I myself post-modern,
Modern as well as retreating back to
Holistic healing, naturopathy and avurveda
For to concentrate and meditate upon,
To fix the fickle mind
Full of career orientations.

Denying the breast to the newly-born babe,
The modern careerist, glamorous girl-turned-mom,
Trying to rebuild her imagery and resettle
The issues of life.