Fate Poem by Mysterious Pesudonym Nisha Jalan

Why is it that I am deemed upon
a sorrowful technology fate?
A lost laptop, unsaved work can be added on
My list of unfortunate events, those now dilate.

This pile of work grows bigger
As all the work I do backfires
All I hear is them clash, clink and clatter
Trying their best to be shine out like sapphires

Its technology that is the root
Of all the world’s problems -
Global warming, breaching and some even loot.
Without it, the world was less on their bottoms!