A shift to online transaction
Away from all Jabbering work of assiduous fashion
Is a miraculous transfer to a modern trend
A revolution in communication
A quantum jump in scientific term.
But it is accompanied by more modern practices
Of degrading Nature, denuding wildlife
Depleting fast all accumulated resources
Poisoning Environment all around us
Online suits them most who want
To utilise it for their own selfish purpose.
But all the sons of the soil haven’t learnt
Nor agreed to live depending entirely online
No earth-link no link with pencil paper or ink
Like weaning away from mother’s breast
Children left in the mid-world to sink
Like a farmer bereft of his traditional shield
Rain mud spade sickle seed in his field
Won’t directly get the reward of his labour
Lion’s share would go to the
Spectacular speculative online profiteer.
Like hanging in the balance
Feet not touching the ground
Hands not holding anything sound
Even the key to hold on to any support
May be taken away without prior report.
A fall shall not be on the ground
No sound, one may not be found.
People would be compelled
To charge against each other
Like a massive body of soldier
Who without judgement
Has to obey only the order.
As if a civilisation is shifting its base
Away from the pristine source
Away from all earthly resource
To help a few to amass all wealth in their hands
In few marked parts of the land
Everything to bring under their brutal control.
A civilisation hanging in the balance
Cannot remain forever thus
Halting the natural progress
Through Natural process.
It necessitates removal of all those
Responsible for this state
A pack of in-humans at their best
In all the States of the world
To save the civilisation from ruin
To help it shine under the sane and selfless
Leaders of the earth fresh and new
So that after the dawn
The sunny days may continue.
(c) Aju Mukhopadhyay, 2021