NPKVK21040‌
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SOCIAL‌‌MEDIA‌ ‌
What‌‌seemed‌‌to‌‌be‌‌a‌‌boon‌‌in‌‌the‌‌late‌‌winter's‌‌moon‌‌of‌‌‘98‌ ‌
Soon‌‌turned‌‌to‌‌be‌‌a‌‌gloom‌‌for‌‌humanity’s‌‌fate.‌‌ ‌
Social‌‌media‌‌was‌‌a‌‌tool‌‌to‌‌connect;‌ ‌
Years‌‌rolled‌‌on,‌‌millions‌‌of‌‌lives‌‌it’s‌‌path‌‌intersect‌‌ ‌
Until‌‌a‌‌point‌‌where‌‌it‌‌could‌‌only‌‌get‌‌worse‌ ‌
For‌‌nothing‌‌vast‌‌in‌‌a‌‌mortal’s‌‌life‌‌enters‌‌without‌‌a‌‌curse.‌ ‌
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I‌‌see‌‌people‌‌around‌‌myself‌‌ ‌
Who‌‌cannot‌‌help‌‌themselves‌‌ ‌
From‌‌staring‌‌at‌‌a‌‌screen‌‌for‌‌hours;‌ ‌
A‌‌sheer‌‌pitiful‌‌reality‌‌of‌‌ours.‌‌ ‌
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Don’t‌‌get‌‌me‌‌wrong,‌‌I‌‌don’t‌‌mean‌‌to‌‌be‌‌pessimistic.‌ ‌
I‌‌know‌‌that‌‌the‌‌cutlet‌‌of‌‌mutton‌‌is‌‌a‌‌button‌‌away,‌ ‌
Organs‌‌and‌‌blood‌‌donation‌‌isn’t‌‌just‌‌an‌‌imagination,‌ ‌
A‌‌car‌‌not‌‌so‌‌far‌‌is‌‌on‌‌it’s‌‌way,‌‌to‌‌take‌‌you‌‌to‌‌the‌‌destination‌‌you‌‌say.‌ ‌
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Comparison,‌‌self‌‌hatred,‌‌reduced‌‌attention‌‌span‌‌in‌‌teenagers‌‌swirls.‌ ‌
Escalating‌‌is‌‌the‌‌suicide‌‌rates‌‌of‌‌teenage‌‌girls‌‌ ‌
Inactivity‌‌among‌‌children‌‌affecting‌‌their‌‌motor‌‌skills,‌ ‌
Always‌‌having‌‌the‌‌urge‌‌of‌‌some‌‌void‌‌to‌‌fill.‌ ‌
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Falling‌‌in‌‌AI’s‌‌curated‌‌holes‌ ‌
Can’t‌‌see‌‌the‌‌truth,‌‌A‌‌thousand‌‌blindfolds?‌ ‌
Our‌‌attention‌‌is‌‌the‌‌product,‌ ‌
We‌‌are‌‌the‌‌thing‌‌being‌‌sold!‌ ‌
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Fall‌‌prey‌‌the‌‌bright‌‌topaz‌‌denizens‌‌of‌‌the‌‌world‌‌of‌‌screen‌ ‌
To‌‌advertisers,‌‌politicians,‌‌halfwits‌‌prancing‌‌with‌‌their‌‌spins.‌ ‌
Paces‌‌in‌‌sleek‌‌chivalric‌‌certainty,‌‌election‌‌manipulation,‌ ‌
Fluttering‌‌pillars‌‌of‌‌democracy‌‌is‌‌today's‌‌political‌‌emancipation.‌ ‌
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Us‌‌consumers‌‌referred‌‌by‌‌none‌‌but‌‌two‌‌industries‌‌as‌‌users,‌ ‌
One‌‌is‌‌Illegal‌‌drugs,‌‌other‌‌one‌‌is‌‌software‌‌producers’‌ ‌
Whether‌‌it‌‌will‌‌be‌‌utopia‌‌or‌‌oblivion‌ ‌
Will‌‌be‌‌a‌‌touch-and-go‌‌relay‌‌race‌ ‌
Fool’d‌‌we’ve‌‌been,‌‌in‌‌o’er-darkened‌‌ways.‌ ‌
One‌‌thought‌‌that‌‌stays,‌‌is‌‌how‌‌can‌‌we‌‌thrive‌ ‌
In‌‌a‌‌world‌‌where‌‌a‌‌man‌‌is‌‌worth‌‌more‌‌dead‌‌than‌‌alive?‌
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‌Ankit‌‌Kumar‌ ‌
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