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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Relations we were On all seasons, either spring or autumn Assemble unanimously for all reasons Like numerous birds in a single tree We extend our feathers with glee Our elders were pillars Shadowed us from all sorrows We never get tired And spilled nothing but love Increased the pressure on neighbors Increased the degree of envy We are bonded to each other And exchanged all sorts Our theories were monumental And our relations were historical We constructed like building blocks Thick as our blood And exhibited our blood relations Exhibited our relations Exhibited our affection Deep rooted and no one can spew out Generations change and the relations too Rather than human touch We are bonded by electronic touch We satisfy ourselves with digital feelings We can only hear, cannot see We can only speak, cannot see We can only read and reply, cannot share We are addicted to keyboards and buttons Other than that we cannot afford Hitherto, the relations are tide They fly, fly and no one to guide Feelings shared under candlelights Whips the mind and gears all days The same now under the satellites We never obey our mind We oblige to wires Live wires rules and surrounds our body Than our nerves We refrain our brain signals and refuse We accept the signals of charged batteries That burns and fuses. We believe the mouse Rather than our spouse We unplug our relations Screens and monitor thrills us Ultimately we kill our brain And put them behind the grills Will this change nor continue Will the touch and feelings come again?
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