I once found a young one,
small, supple and docile.
I fostered him in incubation
to save him from the worldly guile.
We played a lot together.
It was fun, him with me.
We got so used to each other,
we became our mutual destiny.
As he grew, he changed form,
faithful and sturdy and strong.
He helped my tasks perform
and scared the beasts that jungles throng.
As if many lives woven in days,
he now mutated more rapidly.
Daily, he revealed many facets:
the good, the bad and the ugly.
He intrigued me and fascinated me,
he helped me and fed my dependence.
He entertained me and beguiled me,
he tricked and ruined my independence.
He now danced at my fingertips,
like a puppet to a puppeteer.
But it was I for his keeps,
a pet that hid a monster.
The beast was meant to serve me,
yet he managed to enslave me.
His mutations reflected my changing psychology,
this beast that I call ‘Technology’.
14 comments:
Nice poem on technology .... like it :-) :-)
nice one kamlesh bhai. Its true we cant live even one day without technology.......
well articulated dost.. cheers
Interesting...and thoughtful. The million dollar question is - what do we want to do differently to get the control back?
This is brilliant dude!!
Good one bhai…keep WRITING….
Gud luck!
Very true.
In fact now technology has become a status symbol.
A phone is no longer a phone until its iphone!
very nice.. loved it!!
Good one!!
Technology takes your independence at your home, but the same serve your bread and butter at office
Techology connects you people who are distanced away from you, but distances loved ones who are close by
and on.....
Very lovely Kamlesh! I kept wondering what you were talking about till the end))
Nice one.
Cool!
Very tasteful and interesting!!!
tooo good Kamo!
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