Man was born with means natural
satisfied not with them
he invented his own!
Machine, Electronic, Computer,
he developed
Outwardly he seems cozy; but is he?
Separation, War, Suicide, is new ethic
Old values replaced with machine culture!
Man has become tool of his inventions
in old standards, he is normal no more
Tension, Quarrel, Murder; he feels at
Home!
Such a man; where shall he go
May be far out in the galaxies
and build new Empires!
Like a robot, he will act and dispose
every organ replicable
gadgets will prolong his life!
Conquering body and space
he may reach out in the skies.
One day perhaps
old inventor encounters him!
His machines may look toys and his stature
too small,
his destiny re-coursed
he may look backward!
Energy channels re-directed
he may look inward!
Scales of outward-inward, may balance
he may, again, soar higher
transcending all, behind!
Effulgence of Almighty,
may enhance his grandeur.
Sat-Chit-Ananda may prevail all-around,
selves dissolved!
Glamour of souls may merge
out born a new order--
A new cycle starts again,
Oh! My Sai, not again!
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