What Kind of Growth is This?

by Mita Sharma

It’s a life every day
It’s a death every day
I am the sword and I am the shield

Hoping to slow down
Running too fast
I am not sure what will it yield

It’s an era of contests
Slaying all relationships
Everyone combating to reach the pinnacle

Running past the laughter
Forgetting the games
Missing small things, destroying life’s crackle

Checking people through watsapp
Wishing birthdays through facebook
Meeting our loved ones mostly through twitter

Greetings are empty affections
Emotions by large virtual
Have we all become bleak quitter!

23-Aug-2013

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Comments on this Poem

Thank you so much rupradha and padmaja for liking it

mita
26-Aug-2013 07:58 AM

so true..very nicely written..

Rupradha
26-Aug-2013 02:17 AM

The banes of "virtual" and "viral" existence excellently described ! Good one, Mitaji.

Padmaja Iyengar
24-Aug-2013 00:34 AM