Addicted

With address in my hands

Of the de-addiction centre

Outside the building I land

And shamefully I enter.

In different rooms I see

People of similar kind

Just like me who have

Lost control over mind.

All were under treatment

And were given vaccine

And those who were new, were given

Small doses of screen.

I went in to see

My doctor Mr. Barber

For the time being, I put

My gadget on the charger.

With utter pain and sorrow

From the screen I depart.

When doctor asks me questions

With following words I start:

At first I liked it

To spend with it some time

And slowly it built into

The habit of mine.

With the train of next day

Out of house I went

For I wanted to get myself

The de-addiction treatment.

Truthfully, I spend with it

Twenty-two hours a day 

And to rest at the night

With headphones I lay.

For hours and hours on one chair

Continuously I sit

As if I like to lock myself

In four walls of it.

I like it dearly

With heart and with soul

And with utter delight and happiness

Its screen I scroll.

I eat less, I speak less

I could not hear others

For this evil thing, I have

Ignored my wife and brothers.

Whenever I sit with it

I'm cut off from the globe

I forget to watch my steps

And often hit the wardrobe.

I remember this house of ours

Once used to be called a shrine

Now we no more speak, but just text

For calling anyone to dine.

I am now addicted

Yet it no more make me gay

Now I'm seeking help, thus

In short I would say:

The whole day around it

I buzz like a bee

First, I controlled it

Now it controls me. 

The doctor sits still

Paying me full attention

And says: I have understood

Whatever you did mention.

You worry not and take rest

And get these mentioned pills

We would have you admitted here

To train you in mental skills.

I come out with heavy heart

And search for the screen

My heart sinks when I find it

In custody of my Dean.

I was asked to pay there

A heavy sum of gold

There I saw my doctor with Dean

And heard what he was told:

This business is going well, Barber

For this, I'm pretty sure

Today we have a few customers

Tomorrow we'll have more.

Hail thee technology

We salute your numerous powers

If there were no smartphones

What would have become of ours!