Before The Bard Dies Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

It’s time you turn the machine off, it’s time
Before the bard in you flies away
With the last melodious rhyme
For too long your eyes are fixed on the screen
Living in a virtual world forgetting your kin
While you looked away, the rainbow came and went
The flower bloomed and withered
You never got her scent
The clouds gathered on you for your glance
Then wilted, you frittered away the chance
Every bit of nature on your door knocks
To find you lost in the rectangular box
Switch it off, turn your eyes
Before the bard in you forever dies!