Generation Next

Rains, rains and more rains,

Unseasonal, destroying all grains

Causing muddy puddles and stains

Rickshaws hiking fares for personal gains.

The family huddled together

No power in this rough weather

Oh brother, look no further

No serials on TV, what a bother!

Each to his mobile, one on twitter

Another watching a viral rib splitter

There is also a movie gripper

Alas, soon they will experience a jitter!

Mom, lend me your power bank

Without it, I can only draw a blank

My son, it is me you need to thank

But study you must to fetch a good rank.

Water has entered our rooms

How disgusting, there are even mushrooms

Let’s all get armed with our brooms

And try to mop away all our glooms.

Once the floors have been mopped well

Dada ji is ready with many a story to tell

One only has to be patient, for he will soon dwell

Long and hard on tales that ring a bell.

We are taken back in our time machine

When electricity had not appeared on the scene

No TVs, no cinemas, no touch screens

Yet everyone was happy and serene.

There was time to love and laugh

Small banter, amid the elders’ cough

When misdeeds were dealt with a staff,

Yet all were together like a cow and her calf.

The Generation Next can never know

The simple pleasures, playing the piano

The challenging games of dominoes

Or even searching the waters for minnows.