The Idiot Box - Poem by S.D. TIWARI
The idiot box progressed in idiotic way
done so long journey just in few decades.
black and white to colour of sizes varied
analogue to digital, CRT to Plasma,
LCD and LED;
high resolution, PIP, HDD and three D
going smart every day
don't know the future, where journey will end.
One hand shrink the world together
dividing us in classes on other-
children, ladies, cookery, sports, realty;
placing extra load on brain and eyes.
One way help learning, entertain, news, current events
other get in way of explore, play and social interact.
Whatever may be, pierced so deep in life
became immense companion;
one cannot live without a TV though
without a friend or wife, we can.
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