Dilapidated existence,

Fruitless resistance,

Almost stateless state of mind,

Defiling acts of all kind,

Degenerates the quality of life-

Ushering decadence,

Triggering strife.


This collateral degradation,

Called decadence

Chokes morals,

Impedes improvement.


And yet human race,

Couldn’t deface,

This decadent phase-

In all these ages.

As from time immemorial,

They had stooped down,

To surprising low levels,

To outdo each other,

To win the rat-race of survival.

Picture courtesy: Paul Hanaoka.


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Written by Indrani Chowdhury

Indrani Chowdhury was born and raised in the north-east city of India, at Guwahati in Assam. She did her post graduation in English literature and had worked as a teacher for some years. Her friends describes her as a simple, hard working girl. She is settled at Bangalore after her marriage and is a mother of a one and a half years old.The world of books have always intrigued her and she has a knack for writing. Besides this, she likes travelling, cooking for her family and friends and meeting interesting people.