Souls Sold To Satan Poem by Ramesh Joshi

We have sold our souls to Satan?
(The Obverse side of the reality) .

As we think of human relations today,
It reminds of Dr Faustus who one day,
Sold his soul to Satan to enjoy pleasures
Of senate life, sinning senseless leisures. (1)

World's getting hollow and dry, mad in pursuit,
Is turning slowly an empty vessel of distrust.
All our relations tied up to bartering straight
With ATM transactions drying day and night.

Children forgetting, distrust parents, wife no
Longer trusting her husband while at ATM no,
So Is our state of distrusting relations break
Down today leaving no clue what is yet to break.

For Friends l the silver line, lost in dry gossip
Faith and fidelity dried up at heart gupchip.
Friend in need is no longer seen surfacing,
Fearing the imminent dupe fast approaching.

What's every thing going fast vanished all's well
That ends well? the world bereft of values nil?
No, never so, for all isnt lost, the silver line amidst
Dark clouds exists, no need for forlorn cry abreast.

May we kindly beware, our Father in Heaven,
If He decides to break His relations with men
And women, what horror awaits worse than
Hell fire that chokes all breathing relations then?

The world retains, the remnants still, that assure
The unseen hand ready, to revive things assured.