Digiworld

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Everybody is busy,

With digital interphase,

Men are everywhere,

Yet none has a place,

All are so busy,

Too busy you see,

Digiworld has its own limitations,

Reality cannot see.

She is walking on the road,

Texting her friends,

He is driving the car,

Writing poetry of stars.

What beautiful world,

Nobody cares,

They text their friends,

When even on stairs.

Wake my dear wake up,

It can cost you your life,

You have children to care for,

You have a beautiful wife.

If I can learn the message,

The message I intend to share,

I think it has fulfilled its purpose,

I need this message so dear.

R.A.Jacob