However, the primary strings which attached the social animal still somewhere works on
the primitive script of sharing and caring.
I have through my pen woven an irony of being connected.
Few pixels have now made her known,
distant faces but none her own..
The likes, thumbs up no longer thrill..
Her life remains comfortably still..
Of Status messages,Of many a micro tweets..
Her chances of getting a true friend remains bleak..
And in the dense jungle of people
No longer distant and far..
Lucy's search for connection remain nimble
A support system ,even in night's still hour..
Along the rugged ways..
Of life wired and available on remote
She waits for the real presence ; not fake praise..
With whom she could ceaselessly emote..
The social network which kindled many a desire
Where the no need friends survive
For it is the warmth of presence not fire
That Lucy envisaged , happily alive
So,let us not all remain..
Comfortably in the social sky..
The surprise meetings are not inane
But a boost , an inevitable high
Let's be real and not mere advertise
The beauty of friendship , indeed a prize!!
