Life before mobile

People used to smile.

Now busy all the time,

Trapped in modern style.

Stop for a while,

Be fragile.

Walk a while,

Talk a while.

Keep aside your mobile,

Go to the river bank,

See the vast sky,

Birds flying high.

Sun rising in the sky,

Moments pass gently by

Life whispers softly then,

Not through screens,

 but through the eye.