The Coming Storm

The Coming Storm prose poem

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Change is happening rapidly.
It will only seed up!
Humanity’s in the grip of explosive rearrangement.
How we handle it will be interesting to watch.
Some will get involved, attach it to themselves.
Others will pull away not wanting to lose their humanity.
Technology will be ever present, taking over our lives.
There will be no escaping it.
You may move to the country in an an attempt to get away.
To no avail. It will find you and absorb you as with everyone else.
The question is, will it be nirvana or will it be hell?
I guess only time will tell!

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Raghavendran Ramachandra Rao

Yes. It is true that times are changing fast and perhaps irrevocably. Living in the present times, it is hard to escape the effects of what is happening. Not just that, as ordinary human beings, we have no power to stop what is happening. A very interesting thought has been conveyed in this poem.


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