The curriculum or syllabus reflects
a society's needs and the pattern of life.
Acts of immoral life, it deflects
Or else the moral fibre of life gets in strife.
The youths shower kiss of love in top schools
and forget the nub of our cultural past.
"Embrace and kiss", cry the cute fools
before Lord Ganpat in that campus vast.
O, the IIT's syllabus makes them creative
and shapes them into progressive minded.
Their tastes show their minds destructive
being in the group of Charuvaka kindred.
They reconcile in keeping Indian style of kiss
but pitiably the western ethos they miss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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