Being Modern

This poem is a bit critical about the "common notion" of MODERNESS

BEING   MODERN

Sitting  in  a  balcony,

I saw my friends around,

They were together,

But no talking,

No laughter, no gossiping ,

Did they had a fight? Thought I ,

NO !! They didn’t had fight,

They had mobiles,

Busy chatting with those who were far,

Ignoring those who were near ,

I  confront them,

But they called this being modern,

Orthodox am I then??

Then I am  orthodox .

 

I went to my dinner table,

Sit there to eat

But I stole moment to look around,

Six people sitting on table together,

But no one talking to another,

Did they lose their voice??

Thought I ,

No they had mobile device

Father busy on his phone,

Mother on phone chat,

Brother on video games,

Uncle Aunt on facetime,

Oh! They forgot that there are people outside this ‘chat box’,

Again I confront them,

But brother told me this is being modern,

Orthodox am I then??

Then I am orthodox.

 

I met my childhood friend after years,

I had ants in my pant,

But  she had another plan,

She didn’t came to meet me,

To click selfie,

To show off her phone,

She came,

I want to go to market to buy a dress,

Told my mumma to come along,

But she too had another plan

She  had ordered it online,

Brother’s birthday coming ,

To buy cake and gift am going,

My father stop me from going,

As he had ordered it online,

They were always being online,

But in real life they were offline,

I again confront them ,

They said this as being modern,

Orthodox  am I then??

Then I am orthodox.

 

Frustrated I was they didn’t understand,

Not everything is virtual ,

There should be something real,

Going to market is just a reason ,

There should be some talk season,

At least there we had talk,

Where to go and where to not??

Buying cake is easy ,

Adding emotion to it is not,

Meeting people is easy,

But starting face to face conservation is not,

Being together isn’t virtual,

At least this should be real,

But they called this as being modern,

Orthodox am I then??

Then I am orthodox.

 

Disappointed ,disheartened  I was,

I had talk with myself

Why didn’t they understand??

Photos are clicked my mobiles,

But memories are store by eyes,

Chatting with those who where far ,

Ignoring those who were near ,

Isn’t being modern,

Liking someone online,

And hating him offline ,

Isn’t being modern,

Keeping all this in my mind,

I asked,

“Orthodox  am I then”?

Then I am orthodox.

 

Finally I came to conclusion

This being modern is just their illusion,

They should learn ,

Before being modern

They should become modern being,

Not the one who click photo

But the one who share memories,

Not the one who knows chatting,

But the one who loves talking,

Not the one who gave virtual ‘likes’,

But the one who gave tight hug to his near one,

They should learn,

Being modern is being real,

But they won’t understand this

As in virtual world,

Emotions turns to be emoticon,

But I am proud to say

I AM AN ORTHODOX,

I AM AN ORTHODOX,

As I don’t follow these ‘trends’.

Author's Note

PLEASE BE FREE TO POINT OUT AT ANYTHING YOU FELT WRONG OR NOT UP TO THE MARK IT WILL HELP ME HORN MY SKILLS

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

I am with you on this. My wife uses her phone a lot for messages but she does have a lot of
friends. It seems to have become an addiction for so many of us. Your observations on how these devices are destroying our social skills are very accurate. You do have a few slips in spelling that you would pick up quite easily. Ant should be ants. Store by eyes should stored by eyes. Conservation should be conversation.
These are easily picked up so don't worry.
Keep writing.
Regards,
Alan

[KAINA SHAILJA]

Thanks, yes i agree that it has become an addiction we should live in real world

[Dr. YumnaKay]

The idea behind your composition is great!! You point out the dilemma of the current age.. However there are certain grammar mistakes which if you would correct could make this poem an epic read.. Nice reading it :)

[Maddy Raye]

Wow, I think its amazing. Your talented.