MOBILE MANIA

The train came to a halt,

I got down from it,

My eyes reached a girl sitting on a bench

On the platform in front of my coach,

Her eyes were floating over her mobile screen,

Fingertips were moving like a typewriting machine
Face was changing colors, sheen,

Crimson, milky in quick succession.

For seconds a ray of smile adorned her lips,

Her pleasure reflected on her widened eyes.
The next moment it vanished off her face,
Graveness shadowed on her pretty face.

The vendors were shouting,

Seeking customers for their things,

A mendicant girl was standing before her,

With her hands stretched for some favor

She seemed to be least concerned,

About the virtual world around.
Evidently she was lost somewhere,

In the mobile world seeking pleasure.

 Maybe she was getting pleasure out it
For her keen innocent heart.

The engine blew whistle, the train moved on,

She became conscious, ran to catch the running train.

Her feet slipped of the doorstep, a man pulled her in,

My heart became numb witnessing the horrible scene

Some questions rise in my mind.

Are we enjoying the gazette or getting addicted?

Do we really use the science,

Or the science is hunting us?