Where Are the Pebble Throwers

The first drops of new monsoon knocked our doors, Oh! The wet howling winds used to call us out, To see the jolly frogs and dancing peacocks, And to see the scattered beauty fell about. Oh! The splendid summer called out our names , To come out in the playground and play! It bloomed the mangoes and hastily to us it came, To watch us playing and enjoying , in the warm days. Still the summer bloom the mangoes but the fun have ceased, And the winds have stopped to call our names, Nowadays the humble mango trees, Shed all the fruits they have themselves , displeased, For it know that the pebble throwers aren't free, And they are shackled with their video games! I am a kid myself but the craze of these video games and mobiles is too much, my friends play these games too much, can you tell me some ideas help them? ( I take mobile only to read and write poems.)