It's not until we put down our phones,
And look into each other's eyes.
Would we be able to understand,
The true meaning of our lives.Scrolling down those posts,
We pretend to be busy.
But the reality is,
We only get dizzy.We have built monsters,
Who feed on our brains.
Bit by bit,
Our knowledge drains.All those captured memories,
Which seem to last forever.
Are the reason to our forgetfulness,
Thanks to the cell phone's tremor.So close your phone,
Cause life's a bliss.
You will soon realise,
It's so much more than this.That's all I wanted to say.
XOXO
-Malika
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Scribbled Paint (Poetry)
PoetrySome Scribbled Paint splashed on this ashen world 15/06/18 to 18/05/19