M. Asim Nehal
Generation Gap - Poem by M. Asim Nehal
I wonder on loss of innocence to technology today
Why there are no long relaxing hours for mind, body and soul?
Why micro moments filled with gadgets and iphones?
Why storybooks are lying in the shelves?
Kids say, books are too long to read
they have seen in video games and cartoon movies!
They refer to youtube, google when asked for something
All assignments are done by mere search.
Modern Tolstoy’s life is like a chat room,
hundreds of friends on the three social networks
Virtual life gives him a kick,
mouse pads have replaced watching epics
He had fixed some poker game challenge on Facebook
His blackberry continues to beep with messages and alerts.
You call them to accompany you to zoo
And they tell you to watch them on
Animal planets or national geographic channel
If you ask them about their family and real-time friends
They say family and friends are so boring,
I don’t enjoy anything with them.
I wonder will my kids ever understand all this
The shells, colorful pebbles that was so painstakingly collected
and carefully placed in old shoe boxes
Running barefoot in the rain in the lawn,
on the terrace, in the field,
carefree and brimming with joy,
splashing water with the toes full of mud and weeds.
Making paper boats and watching them zigzag
water streaming through the narrow lanes.
Climbing on the trees and
sitting for hours observing the world beneath,
legs swinging to some unheard music,
Playing marbles, hopscotch and other local games.
Making tents out of sheets and
blankets over the furniture and
escaping into a magical world lit by torch.
So sad to see the world has changed very fast
Generation is passing by widening the gaps.
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