The Sad Reality

Our generation has nothing in common,

Advancement has stolen our thought,

Childhood has become a myth,

Our minds are set to rot.

When was the last time we played under a tree,

With the only thing visible on our faces being glee,

Ignoring the sober sun,

That would have been so much fun.

Imagination that we had,

Has got crumbled up and stolen,

For the young minds of our generation,

Without creativity have got frozen.

We don't wanna talk to the moon anymore,

Because it has become a moronic thing to do,

With shame our minds have got sore,

And there is exactly nothing we can do for it.

Books have become our enemies,

Engaging in mobile has become our hobby,

We have got engulfed by social media,

And we don't know the meaning of a dictionary,

'Cause we have the Wikipedia.

Robots are we exclaimed as,

The statement being completely relevant and true,

For those who haven't been affected by these evils,

In numbers are very few.