Social Networking A Curse? - Poem by JEM JAN
IT IS A FLOWERY SLAVERY
CHILDREN play quarrelling in the street,
Entertained their innocent nature I greet,
Join them makes you, healthy and gay
With friends and neighbours along your way.
Gone are those days as blessings of nature!
Days dawned drastically with smart phone as Teacher
Full of knowledge O young! You seemed so over whelmed,
Nano gadget on your thump plays e-world over smarted.
How can I call it?
How do I name it?
Your world is in your hand,
No need to go off your land.
A world becomes new in its invention
Shrink to hands in inept Globalisation
Share a message to nook and corner around
In no second to reach the world’s wide web ground
Twitter or Face Book, Google or Opera,
Orkut or What app, Viber or Skype,
We say it all social net working tool,
E- tech beneficial teaching pragmatic pool.
It is one faced communicative provider,
Slaves you to Internet as eternal divider.
If unchecked it will master your minds
Poison your thoughts so worst it binds
Slowly, it makes you as Lotus Eater
Surely, it haunts you as a dreamy plotter
Feel inferior, comparing your Celebrity
Forgetting your unique wonderful beauty
It is a world of Communication and Information!
It is a world of Creation and Invention!
It is a world of Television and Imagination!
It is a world of Imitation and Hallucination!
In a way is a blessing if I call,
Unlimited will make you as doll.
Obesity and insane it breeds,
Stress, loneliness and rejection it feeds.
Is Media a Boon or Bane?
Judge by what makes you wane?
Watching unconsciously violent dreadful wars,
Crimes, murder and rape instincts set you behind bars.
Beware of the evils of media!
Be Aware and avail its idea!
Let every habit be your slave!
Let not allow bad icons you brave!
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