Last Generation

By Megha Shivaraj

She is the one who holds my hands 

When I'm entering to this World. 

She is the one who can make me strong

When I'm in my low. 

She is the crisp of my blanket

When I'm shedded by sick. 

She is the place where my Trigger bust out

My Fasting will end up with the feeding

 My Crying alone becomes dual

Sleeping in her lap is the best nap

Household effortless for her

Click a photo becomes harder for her

And cooking channles scrols over her hand

Devotion songs on her status, 

Celebration wishes and  finally,  

her children are on her wallpaper. 

She is the one who trsut the fact of online

And tells us as it is real. 

Sound of notification never bothered her

Because she trust the scrolling fingers. 

She can sense the offroad in my life journey

And save ls me from every dangers. 

She is the pillar of house

And she is the comfort and cozy of house. 

He is the man who become my card 

He is none other than my dad. 

What's app makes him happy

Where face book packed him in its pages. 

His rolling eyes makes my leg shiver, 

The power of his voice makes my ear riser. 

But now he is the banker of my paytm. 

He is the spontaneous story liking person

He is the frequent commenter to my post

He is my reels buddy and selfie partner, 

Competition with streak rate is common

But he is adapting to the generation

Peeped and get back to hand

Scrolled and get down the head

No chance to fall off, 

Because iam leagued out from the crowd

Piece of dress can covers the head 

Scratches on pant trending on my bad

Ships sales on ocean when I'm sixteen

Now ship get suffiexd on everything

Trusting becomes a game and 

Games becomes bystand for childhood, 

This is the last generation with the hope

And i still believe in the last hope. 

By Megha Shivaraj