Idiot's Box Poem by Naga Vamshidhar Ratakonda

Bringeth far to near whenever,
Distances near & dear forever;
Voices of distant sweeter,
Screams around I never hear;
Near natural vision impaired,
And eye glasses repaired,
Far away vision developed;
All gracious courtesy yours!

Content I was with Inner-self,
Anxious I'm exposed thru you,
To outer worlds several;
Pressing the remote always,
Confused which channel to watch;
Drama & Theatre long neglected,
Movie Halls several emptied!

Seated before you staring,
Peeping face into your screen,
Catching the Minds attention,
Surrendered are our eyes to you;
Stolen our life by you alone,
Time would pass with peanut bites!

Bird watching stopped,
With J.L. Baird's invention,
Jail birds for T.V. we are all;
True Nature discarded and,
Digital polish nature savoured;
Wild animals in dirty mud,
Seems so domestic pretty!

Enlightenment rendered,
Through Entertainment;
Salvation at will & wish,
A click's distance away!
Oh Television you became,
Our Vision for future!

You are not an 'Idiot Box',
But an 'Idiot's Box', Idiots
Are those who watch you,
And those who don't!