In this age of technological advancement,

Envy over others wealth breeds only resentment.

 

Families spread far apart to earn a living,

See each other only on Christmas and Thanksgiving.

 

Work hard all day and relax all night,

But what is it for, is it worth the fight?

 

Over the tiniest issues the families feud,

"How dare they not call us, oh how so rude!"

 

Influence of Kali, iron age to gleam,

In this day quarrel and hypocrisy do beam.

 

I am bewildered, can make sense of nothing,

Therefore Shri Rama’s name I’m firmly holding.

 

In this painful world full of strife,

He is the Truth, my soul and my life.