In Our Twenty-First Century: The Harsh Reality Of Our Wonderland Glory Poem by Arwa Bharmal

In Our Twenty-First Century: The Harsh Reality Of Our Wonderland Glory



During our life what have we become in our state of living;
In this 21st century technology against all hasn’t a less winning.
We live in a world with around the clock communication
It has become an addiction after this wireless connection
With smaller laptops, notebooks and mobiles for a telephone
No need for desktop or landline even if it may be a cordless one.
For our presentation we have adapted our fashion dress
The models latest in-style is to set out in a topless sense
No longer do we have house hold chores such as cooking
Instead in the kitchen it is microwaved fireless re-heating
To school and colleges our parents send us in our youth
But as the years pass in return we are still at the jobless booth.
We stare to talk at the difference and changes in religion
When called to stand strong we turn into a creedless pigeon.
Sitting on the couch in front of the big screen with a bag of food
My next line will be, “These special chips will make me fatless soon.”
With every person, family or stranger we build a relation
Our reason only personal gain; we are selfish loveless nation
We trust too easily and believe in others creating a new faith
In this world we sin to immerse ourselves in a godless bathe
Day and night we sweat our clothes through no end in labor
When we lay to rest it proves itself a lifetime worthless neighbor
Advice is given for the better, “You must improve your attitude”
Our reply of harsh words and rolling eyes in careless gratitude
Emotions are a playful toy and we make fun of your feelings
Laughing behind your back like a stone gives heartless greetings
Through the streets of society we parade to spread politics
In hunger for money and rise for power we use shameless tactics
Our certificate of honors is our proof of a degree in education
But in the cupboard it lies a document of valueless summation
The type or shape or length will not matter of the knife,
At your death we will still announce: “It was a hopeless life! ”

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