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The world is too much with us
 In profligate abandon we have bred
A culture with pervasive gadgetry
This is an Internet age we are told.
The computer with all its wizardy
Has its daedal maze of gifts to offer
Us and charm us into her willing thralls
Twinning her dower of pleasure and pressure
Our eyes no longer ache for tinted thrills
Of rosy dawns or the purpling west
At dusk but throb avidly for a lens
Glimpse of an insat in her zooming zest
We shut our eyes to Nature's protean nuance
Paganise to watch in soulful wonder
The matchless magic of sidereal splendour.
-By G. Viswanathan
From: To our first granddaughter Pratibha and other poems
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