hour – 2<\/p>\n
Playground Vs Playstore<\/p>\n
The spirit of teaming and the fun
\nThrill of knock-and-run
\nThose swings and slides
\nGiggles and Mari go rides
\nLaying on the grass
\nCouting the stars
\nThose Hazy memories of summers
\nNostalgia is now all we possess
\nHappiness Of catching
\nthe glimpse of a rare bird
\nAll that has now perished
\nOn tiny victories
\nGrand Maa rewarding us treat
\nWalking down together
\non the street
\nEverything had vanished
\nJoy of Kicking a ball
\non the parkway
\nlofty graphic games
\nstole it all away
\nEverything is simply
\na click away
\nEyes Stuck with a black screen
\nall the day
\nCreating towers of the stones,
\nBed time stories replaced by phones
\nHide n seek, that mud on clothes,
\nNow confined to orchestrating a virtual realm
\nInside the smartphones
\nWriting in a new notebook
\nDoesn’t elates us anymore
\nRelaxation and euphoria of a book
\nall that now seems bore
\nWe forfeiting all that
\nFascinated by technology,
\nBeing obsessed to that
\nIt appears to be the priority ,
\nTechnology inundating endless variety ,
\nascertaining its superiority,
\nDings and Beeps,
\nSupplanting the claps and jumps,
\nFlabbergasted with scroll
\nswipe, clicks and likes,
\nSmiles constrained to selfies,
\nEnmeshed in a realm
\nThat doesn’t breathe,
\nWorried about the
\nBattery’s drainage,
\nCarrying with us
\nan emotional baggage,
\nInexhaustible longings,
\nbelieving in virtual clings,
\nIgnoring the feelings,
\nBusy texting and gaming,
\nSharing a smile
\nabd shaking hands,
\nIs no more required
\nTo become friends,
\nRequests are sent
\nwe now tag, share and comment,
\nLikes assessing the fame
\nIsn’t it all like a game
\nThat’s being played
\nNot in the playgrounds anymore
\nBut in the epoch of the play store.<\/p>\n
– Aditi Dixit<\/p>\n
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