Social Media
Fingers work unpaid
All you hear is the typing sound
In the room
No word to be said
The family members are all around
Yet; all searching on fb ;twitter navigating on google Chrome
Each one of them is to be a maid
To these ; loosing the bound
With there families whom
You live under their shade
Once you'll yourself found
Devices are to you surround
Everything will be fade
Then, no word after that can be said
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