In this world of technological rise,
With just a blink of our eyes,
Which has so modernized our lives,
That it runs as smooth as knives.
But, ultimately we have become its slaves,
With no interest to come out of our caves,
As we are busy on our phones,
Without getting tired to our bones.

The people have been forgetting this world,
The phones making them sit so curled.
They don't look out to peer at trees,
But sit mindlessly, like zombies.
We are all imprisoned by invisible chains,
That bind our phones to our brains,
To snatch the ability of turning our heads,
To watch the colour of the splendid flower beds.

We have searched long for technological bliss,
To only come to a phase like this,
Where we don't recognize each other,
And our realations are being strayed further.
We must come out and try our best,
To stop our phones from paralysing the rest,
Using it only for our benefits,
And not being attracted by its many demerits.