The dream I have is dying

I cannot do anything to make it survive.

The color of the sky 

And the smell in the air 

Keep reminding me that 

I am not from here. 

The enjoyment of technology 

And the excitement of advancement in technology 

Donot provide any happiness. 

It just makes us to forget from where are.

Social medias are increasing 

Without any social value.

We are creating jungles of selfie

And not of trees. 

We are sharing our happiness 

Without involving anyone.

In the last, we are alone in our happiness.

The more I want to go back 

The more I am addicted to it.

We shout we are creating a world

But it is pseudo, and virtual. 

Rifle Singh Dhurandhar