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The Generation of Insomniacs

The Generation of Insomniacs

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Day goes and night crawls

The owls are out on paroles

The sun descents

The darkness ascents

Only to watch them surf

This is their turf


Those eyes are sleepless

At times; restless

To find nothing new

Parents began curfew

But their tiny tots are way smarter

They can make elders falter


Night watchers is the word

When they pull out their imaginary sword

They are engaged in battles

Late into the night and then they have tattles

But do they then don't miss dreaming?

Where they could see what they were reading


Leisure is so occupied

Parents are so terrified

Will it ever leave their ward alone?

Since it stalks like a drone

What is this 'it'

Technology is the said culprit



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