thriveni c mysore Poet Dramatic Monologue

Reflections of the Past, Visions of the Future

Sparsely lit streets added suspense
to stories I listened as a child,
dad used to point towards stars
making up stories for each one
awesome fairies, angels visited
me in colorful imagination
He taught me one secret -'truth
is your ultimate friend' his punchline
Mother taught me ways of girl-child
household chores, art of sewing such likes
to this day these teachings are the
good ones that have helped me through

I look through the window at
grandchild. Alert, sharp and busy -
its whole soul buried into mobile phone
swiping, scrolling, controlling
playing videogames wearing headphones
beginning life in illusionary world
no time for dad or mom or friends
no time for stories or for skies
unfamiliar to love, hugs or speech sounds
wasted childhood, less hope of future
wasted activity, lost hope of good things
Can a trampled flower bloom again?

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Valsa George April 19, 2025 at 1:03 AM Many from our generation nostalgically look back to the love and guidelines given by our parents. The new generation is obsessed with technology and has no time for any other activity which makes them self centered. There is hardly any hope of a better world. I toon share the same feelings, dear friend.

Paula Goldsmith April 14, 2025 at 9:20 AM WOW!!! What a wonderful/true write. We cannot go back in time, wish we could. The kids today need rules from parents/schools. In school we could Not have a radio or a calculator. So why do these kids get phones in schools??? Kids with no rules and this is what the worlds gets. "Good Luck" Have a great day/week............ thriveni c mysore April 17, 2025 at 8:21 PM Thank you for your kind visit dear poet. old times were good. Thank you for the good wishes dear friend, happy writing to you too.

Joe Maverick April 13, 2025 at 12:32 PM Dear Lord God for whom there is 'no barrier' not One..No time no dimension..No thing is you Have not created.' I request your action to awaken curiosity in this 'child of yours' for we Own nothing in truth Father.' I ask your forgivness once again through the blood of Jesus." And thank you for giving me life itself.' Amen.!! thriveni c mysore April 13, 2025 at 7:32 PM Thank you for your kind visit dear poet. I agree there is 'no barrier' for Lord, but we as humans are building walls around us, a labyrinth and dying like silkworms. I appreciate your words of faith, asking for forgiveness and humility of 'we own nothing in truth' so well said. Thank you dear friend for these thoughts. Thank you.

John Read April 13, 2025 at 10:46 AM Hi thriveni I prefer the old days, before the internet and mobile phones took over, I believe family's were more closer back in the day. thriveni c mysore April 13, 2025 at 7:30 PM Yes dear poet, me too, there was so much peace two decades ago! many family values are disappearing too. Thank you for your kind visit and pleasant words dear poet, means so much to me. thank you.

Lin Lane April 12, 2025 at 9:42 AM I would say, "Yes, if that flower was nourished with enough love to keep it out of harm's way. Nurtured with a gentle guiding hand, perhaps the one offered by a grandmother? A smile and a wave to start? It's not only children whose eyes are blind to everything and everyone around them. Screens are the bane of society these days. thriveni c mysore April 13, 2025 at 7:42 AM Thank you very much for your kind visit dear poet. I am grateful to you for these precious words. Bitter truth is kid is beyond help, they say my ways and views might spoil them. love is a rare gem my friend. Your wise words caught my tear dear poet, thank you. Means so much to me.