Feather Quill

Whistle

Started off from a peaceful stone age,
Now we struggle in the new "phone" age.
Isn't it beautiful, doing just nothing,
But getting done almost anything?
Like holding the world in that box,
Something that fell here like a pox.
A great improvement, it looks like,
Wait for reality like a truck to strike.

We either open WhatsApp and type,
Type and close it to use that Skype.
Why? To talk to our friends and stay connected.
Why not eye to eye? Oh they're already infected.
Trust me, you are all updated with that facebook,
But then, updated with dust is your textbook.
Nope, in real life there's a lot like Zero interest,
As you're too fascinated by that damn Pinterest.

We don't live life but capture it,
Then click post and we caption it.
Faking smiles and we're sharing it,
Hope everyone would scroll, liking it.
Logged out of world to log into instagram,
So many blocked people, creating a traffic jam.
The door we slam and get into a wrong spam,
Lose our life while using the little
web cam.

For love, there's utterly no hinder,
If you use the latest version tinder.
And if life slowly becomes bitter,
Let's thinks of tweets for twitter.
Honestly what are we doing?
Really, where are we going?
Like a warrior, we must fight and hustle,
Like a dog, we run for the phone's whistle.

Sharon Mathew

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