A POEM ON OVERUSAGE OF PHONE

   

I have an infinite number of friends, yet I'm desolate.

I address every one of them consistently on the phone

 Yet none of them truly knows me.

The reason is this media,

 So often called social which in reality isn’t.

It’s so, because one spent a whole night, using it

Being unable to sleep,

Neglecting his work and studies

And above all his health and family.

Being so obsessed with this evil had what became of us

And still, we are unaware of its long terms,

This innovation we have is a recent fantasy.

However when will we pull back ourselves from this gadget of fancy,

Because if not we will stir to see, a universe of disarray.

The reality is we have become captives of phones

Where our data gets sold by some rich avaricious knave,

Where we share all our best pieces, however leaving out the feeling.

 Putting our words into request, until our lives are flickering,

And being separated from everyone else.

An addiction generation we have become

Who seems to look cool but are not

Showing off has become the trend

While deep down everyone offends and just pretends

Why don’t we ponder and stress over a useful thing

Just as stressing over reading a book

Or painting an image or an outdoor activity

Being active, beneficial rather than stressing naïve things.

                                                                                        -Aesthetic Pens