Her Fancy For Fancy World

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

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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
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