Plastic God Poem by SANKAR SARKAR

They are indulged in sex
As a midnight game
Their name and fame
Limited to shame,
Blonde girls in call centre
Soothes tired her co partner
How expert in pursuding they are!
God astonihes at such creation,
Plastic gods are in copulation,
Virginity is vague of beauty
Contraceptive sex is their morality.
World is so crowded
With gods and goddesses,
Their love and emotion
Immersed in plastic process
The sacred Ganga flows silently
If they mock her bitterly,
Behind the cloud moon appears
In fear of their grandeur statures
Both the sky and the ocean look sad
if plastic gods triumph over this world