My daughter barely missed getting trampled on,
By a shopper and his cart, enticed under the spell of his phone, the real world forgone.
Pulling her from harm’s way, clucking my disapproval, shaking my head in despair,
This man adrift in his virtual world barely noticed, moving on without a care.
My little girl is fine, hale, hearty and enjoyed her time,
For she spent the evening fiddling with a new gadget on display – the Galaxy Note 9!
IPads, mobiles and other gizmos so sleek and fine,
Throw open the doors to the splendor of the virtual world ashine.
Wrecking quiet havoc to family’s routine, harmony and time,
Leaving the outdated ones marooned in the real world, offline.
Stealing the pleasure of leisure without FB, Twitter, Instagram or another digital shrine,
Reading a real book or making an actual conversation almost feels like a crime!
“Dinner is ready”, reads a message on Hangouts from mother to her son,
He snaps out of his digital dream and stays grounded to reality until dinner is done.
A Whatsapp forward, a joke, a wish sent to your partner on the run,
A conversation that keeps the pretence of a relationship alive, going and fun.
Emojis, emoticons, internet slang and bizarre abbreviation,
An internet lingo for every kind of communication!
Shopping lists, weather update, cricket scores or playing a country capital game,
A virtual assistant to your rescue – ‘ALEXA’ is her name.
A tweet, a picture, a status update or a ridiculous claim,
May thrust you into controversy or a spot of overnight fame.
Slouching over the basking glow every day and all night,
We, as a generation, are a chiropractor’s delight!
There will not be another Emil Rustige from this home of mine,
Protesting for lack of attention against parents who are on the phone all the time.
For I am the lone protester and the digital dieting mother,
Playing the screen referee to two children and their father.
Microwave the phone, grill the iPad and plug off the Wi-Fi I wish at my will,
But to get all that done I now need a helpful date with Google!
Good Morning Friends,
I hope you enjoy this poem. Let me know what you think.
Have a wonderful Sunday!
Imperfectly Perfect 