With lonely morning day starts
We are together yet apart.
Interactions petrifies us in actual
We may though be comfortable in virtual.
Kids and adults are locked on screen
Rising from the trance only to scream.
Under the same roof there is no communication
Yet we never fail to complain about alienation.
Seeking solitude in time zone
Loving to hide behind tablets and phones
Managing to send text, pictures and emoticons
Ignoring reality happily we sing in our new tone.
Relationships with ease have gone for a toss
Media and gadgets have become our new boss
Turning us into nincompoop mortals
Using us like commodities on online portals.
By Binita Jha
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