She is a girl of ten and six fixing her keen round eyes on tiny mobile of red hue In her fair palm, swaying dizzily on the busy pavement unaware Of herself suddenly stunned to face a scooty before her for mercy Horns on incessantly to alarm her being as non-being in the real world.
Oh! She is on line placing herself on the web-page That rids her off gauging her place in the world Noisy that throbs her cerebrum to faint herself In the dark ditch which severs her voice To shout for an urgent impulsive help Alas! her plaintive strain reached no one But an angel of death for an abrupt summon To take her to the world abstract unknown Her fancy is a fancy of unimaginable risk Ceasing her life from the earthly mortal An inevitable tragedy a lesson to mobile addicts The craze for fancy is a haste for her last breath
A startle for her elders to to rid her for nothing A mobile for mobility of message but not a toy That keeps you engaged when your hands are empty The vacuum mind tempts mobile to play tricks Funny a way for lessening hard money on trash That vanishes creative glimmer which has to Be exchanged with modern entertainment
Ass. prof. of English, I have qualification in German language . I have been teaching German since 15 years, My working place is S VIVEKANANDA DEGREE COLLEGE ,NEHRU NAGAR PUTTUR (D. K.) 574203 KARANATAKA INDIA. I have learnt hindustani music also
Be it at 9 in the night or 6 in the morning, she is required to quicken her pace, She lives with worry lines that crease her forehead, with fear that clouts her face, She isn’t allowed night outs, parties
God made the world for you and me Let us go travel discover and see Beautiful Oceans,Rivers, and Lakes Deserts, Jungles and Valleys of green Animals of a variety you have never seen Flowers will dance in a fairy way
The innocent and lovely creatures are crying, crying bitterly every moment, For their beauty is their curse; One can not listen to the cry, As it is disgracefully buried by the devils in the inaccessible depth of the secret world,