Eyes screwed with eagerness;
Mind stressed with anxiousness;
Heart thumping with excitement;
Face contorted with emotions;
When delving into the mysteries of technology...
The world within our reach;
Just swipe, seek, search...
Information at the magic of finger tips;
Like honey bees buzzing around budding nips;
Like fireflies lured into fire.....
Like quicksand
Tugging deeper and deeper
Only choice acknowledging;
Beauty drowned in technology...
The dire consequences ghastly.....
Years hence the face distraught;
Lines etched with stress taut
Eyes sunken and sagging;
Face lustreless and dull
Aged before age fell! !
The progress of the PROGRESS! ! ! ! ! !
One man's progress is another's backslide. Thanks for sharing, Jaishree
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely envisioned. Excellent collocation. TFS.