The World Has Shrunk Poem by Natarajan Ramaseshan

The world has shrunk into just
a few sheets of printed stuff
and thrown at our doorsteps
every morn from speeding cycles.

We see in its various columns:

the ugly face of human race;
deaths and disasters dancing around;
vice and violence gaining ground;
mighty machines and macro-computers
making the society but marring the senses;
the intrusion of idiot boxes and
the invasion of satellite programmes
inveigling us into wasting our
invaluable time in watching trifles;
science growing and conscience decaying;
developments leading us to doom
as the spirit of man is not allowed to bloom.

With unfeeling haste we munch these
with our breakfast and forget fast.

The world has shrunk - so are our hearts!