Slaves of The Screen

By Dhruv Makhija

Let us delve into a story; a story of a dark age,

A story of sorrow,of aching faith,

A story of the social media stage.

There is inside that home a pitiful child;

Screaming for attention, “Mom! Dad!”, his emotions piled.

Aloof, his parents scroll and scroll, their faces aglow,

Satire reflected in their posts, hashtag parenting pro.

An instrument meant to fasten communication

Has built a wall for that child,

He is still screaming for attention,

His complex emotions still are piled.

There is inside that home a mother flabbergasted,

Her son, in caring for faceless names, more interested.

His conscience drowned, his eyes drunk, personality flushed.

As up in smokes, his parents’ hopes are crushed.

I thought they said this tool would strengthen bonds,

All it did was make us feel like a lonely fish in a large pond.

Fasten communication, deliver news?

All it did was fill our lives with depressing hues.

Instagram,Snapchat,Facebook galore,

It's like we revived slavery, begging for more.

A shocking ending, a stark contrast,

In this screen world, hearts remain apart.

Bonds once broken never like a game restart,

This disconnection becomes a painful, endless art.

By Dhruv Makhija