The liberties of man are at question.
Th security of man is at stake,
The financials of man are at nadir.
The thoughts of man are at lowest ebb.
The feelings of man are prosaic.
The work of man is not illustrative.
The portrait of man on the whole
looks grim, glum and hapless.
He being tossed up by the circumstances
He being thrown out in the eternity.
Seemingly he looks sad and melancholic
very worn out and exhausted.
A stature of this century
lacks lustre and grace
much different from what he was
some centuries back
when he was ebullient and enthusiastic
when he was an embodiment of creativity.
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