Modern

There were lonesome farmers in the meagre farmlands,

And it soothed my heart and gave me hope.

In the river, floating were bottles

Instead of fishes,

And I could see the ignorance,

Of the Sophisticated and Polished of animals-Man,

And they claim themselves Civilized.

Few workers with their bare hands went right into the ditch,

And they were trying to make a living.

What more do we say and do,

Than take our eyes off the window,

And plunge ourselves into the screen to call ourselves Modern.