By Megha Shivaraj
She is the one who holds my hands
When I'm entering to this World.
She is the one who can make me strong
When I'm in my low.
She is the crisp of my blanket
When I'm shedded by sick.
She is the place where my Trigger bust out
My Fasting will end up with the feeding
My Crying alone becomes dual
Sleeping in her lap is the best nap
Household effortless for her
Click a photo becomes harder for her
And cooking channles scrols over her hand
Devotion songs on her status,
Celebration wishes and finally,
her children are on her wallpaper.
She is the one who trsut the fact of online
And tells us as it is real.
Sound of notification never bothered her
Because she trust the scrolling fingers.
She can sense the offroad in my life journey
And save ls me from every dangers.
She is the pillar of house
And she is the comfort and cozy of house.
He is the man who become my card
He is none other than my dad.
What's app makes him happy
Where face book packed him in its pages.
His rolling eyes makes my leg shiver,
The power of his voice makes my ear riser.
But now he is the banker of my paytm.
He is the spontaneous story liking person
He is the frequent commenter to my post
He is my reels buddy and selfie partner,
Competition with streak rate is common
But he is adapting to the generation
Peeped and get back to hand
Scrolled and get down the head
No chance to fall off,
Because iam leagued out from the crowd
Piece of dress can covers the head
Scratches on pant trending on my bad
Ships sales on ocean when I'm sixteen
Now ship get suffiexd on everything
Trusting becomes a game and
Games becomes bystand for childhood,
This is the last generation with the hope
And i still believe in the last hope.
By Megha Shivaraj
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