A modern population

Civilization is marching ahead.
Everyone is polished and courteous.
No one is hearty or true.
Internets connect them who are afar.
Who are close are kept afar.
Beauty parlours replace book stalls.
Exposures eat away composures.
The need to wed so as to beget is bygone.
Without wed, without kid, comes honey.
Brain grows while limbs shrink
Resistance yields to comforts.
Civilization is marching ahead.
07.01.2003

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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