Hail, Hail the modish man,
The maverick, lean machine
Has all the privileges, of the sphere
yet, is a prisoner of screen
ubiquitous, the beauty, is around
Infinite places, to travel
Yet, he seeks, the contentment in life
within the walls, of pixels
The efficacy of human touch
is today, bound to mere screens
The pleasure, to witness, a smile
has diminished to textual means
The glee of life, meagre as it seems
It does exist, abundantly
Little things, that seem so customary
Is the secret , the covert key
Drenching in the rain, with the folks
Or screaming, dancing wildly
Calling out an old buddy
And blabbering your heart out audaciously
Going to that old beach,
Gazing the twilight, with the one
Walking around, in the park
Enjoying, the morning sun
Visiting the old place, which made u wise
meeting old buddies, whom u fought for a slice
Years go by, but moments are rare
live it fully, u have got ur share...
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