Modern Slaves

When I see today's young generation,

Peering into their mobiles with  their heads forever   down;

This sight fills me with anguish; and to my consternation

The neighbourhood even on a Sunday  looks like a ghost town.

They will never know the thrill of playing outdoors,

Elastic, hop-scotch, throwball, gilli-danda are words to them unknown;

Not for them the excitement of shouting themselves hoarse while settling the scores,

Or running back home at dusk tired to the bone.

These impish wretches are lost without their internet and wifi,

Their fun is surreal and games virtual;

For them the thrill is to find the best gadget money can buy,

Sitting at home, how in the world do these devils challenge their friends to a duel?

Telephones of yore were used to connect us with our loved ones,

Now mobiles have created a world of self- isolated nerds;

With technology taking over all most of our chores,

Voice notes have appropriated even the enjoyment of a written word.

The simple pleasures of chatting and laughing together,

Is viewed by today's youngsters as somewhat quixotic.

Only Google uncle's command herds these young rogues together,

We are now effectively the slaves of science and robotics.