Chains hangs on our necks
Shackles of the new world
Holding us captive
In our own households
Technology reigns supreme
The cancerous devises are wrecking havoc
Parents are pitted against their own children
In a lifelong struggle to restrain the epidemic
The new freedom struggle is in our living rooms
A fascination with the ever-multiplying gadgets
Has capsized the new generation in a sea of baseless activity
Pronouncing the newly acquired taste for gadgets
As the iron chains that binds our necks
To the technological penitentiaries of the new world
The marauding technological beasts is in possession of our psyche
The new generation wastes countless hours
Basking in the rays of technological fantasies
Unashamed by their stupidity
They brand all those unhooked as “old fashioned”
The apps and PlayStations are the new fiefdoms
Overpowered by technological warlords
Creators of useless fantasy worlds
Where virtual reality is the order of the day
And the sun does not rise from the east
The moonlight is not white anymore
Overshadowed by the bloody games on our screens
The stars are but a long forgotten reality
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem