no mechanism whatsoever,
lighting fire with stones,
eating raw food,
wearing minimal clothing
made of leaves and barks,
hunting and fishing being
the chief occupations,
those of us in the year 2020
are compelled to emulate.
We do disgruntled.
Back to the Stone Age,
where men slept
under no shelter,
just under the trees
while the sun shines,
retreat into the caves
when there is rain and thunder,
beget children, raise families,
do not know to read or write,
live in great joy.
That could be ours too
living close to nature
not governed by greed
without monetary concerns
eat what you grow,
a little more if be the need
what you hunt and drink
pure water from the pond
a peaceful existence
without disease.
Meenas Poems 