A Quizzical Look
When I look around, I see sadness;
everyone, looks so serious:
as if they've forgotten how to smile.
I don't see happiness,
all I see are frowning faces:
I haven't seen a smile for a while.
Strangers choose to remain strangers:
for friendly acts, evoke suspicion,
and receive a quizzical look.
There was a time when
folks greeted each other warmly,
and a friendly hand extended: got shook.
Nowadays, emotions are expressed with emojis:
and since feelings can be stored on a cloud,
far fewer friends, talk, or embrace today.
Humanity's caught in a world wide web,
spun by a technological spider:
while society struggles to keep it at bay.
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