Dear Internet,
You are a blessing, but a curse too..
You are my need, but my reason of laxness too..
While you do the needful, but leave me unoccupied..
While you solve my problem, but make me realise..i am no bright
It's your era now, you are just like an organ, detached
Use of which has no limit still, all for, to keep some time in hand..
You are too attractive o dear, addicted we all are to you,
You are better than a womaniser, gender has no great issue with you..
You are a boon to the business, you are a boon to an opportunity,
You do connect people living afar, socially ostracizing every other priority..
For you we get to know so many, that we care not to know, how many stand by us..
For you, we get to organise many meetings, yet we forget often to talk with our loved ones..
We are in a state of excitement everytime you lead us to someone new,
In the process, we care not for the time we spend, walking on virtual avenue..
We've become insects attracted to fire, in cases where, internet seemed to devour,
We forgot how to socialize with people, yet so comfortable are we, sending words in the most sophisticated manner..
(~Caption~)
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