Plenty
we write bold or small, our beginnings are so undefined,
Save
we many, erase we some, but only a few get underlined,
We
keep adding para and sub, oblivious of the destined,
Box of emotions, bordered by hope, doesn’t let us be undermined.
We search so
desperately, to get the link desired,
We bear the
loading patiently, never ever feel tired,
Often, we connect, though distant, at times link shows expired,
Refreshing
site, sight we gain, ready to get again wired.
Portray we relations ample, put them in landscape view,
Some
of them save the screen, while remain in background a few,
The moment
we minimise our frame, we perceive the old as new,
Scroll we
frantically then, to return to full screen view.
Sometimes we
download folders, beautiful & fragrant,
Upload in return
we then, views & thoughts pleasant,
Often
emotionally hacked, we receive updates poignant,
Our
eyes reload in quiet, to unload the tears stagnant.
Highlight
some, colour some, we try to bookmark the dear,
But a few files become corrupt, leave us blank with fear,
Hidden
receipts, shifting replies, create then a picture clear,
Dejected lone we
feel, in the world of attachments mere.
Control we
accept, everyone thinks, easy to mute we are,
Alter we pick,
world believes, we can be managed by ajar,
Delete we
prefer, volumes get raised, arrogant labelled we are,
A lesson learnt, we select restart, to rush back home afar.
Control
we must, to reset them all, recycle those who mistreat,
Enter
we should, fresh & new domain, alter our ways to treat,
Shall
anything corrupt our lives, we shouldn’t hesitate to delete,
To
Reboot we first need to opt for all three, Control, Alter, Delete.
(Select lines from my English poetry book)
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