Poem

Clouds

Clouds of imagination
Dreams of destination
But struggles know no nation
It’s the youth of our nations
Not all but many are in illusions
Games on phone are their relaxation
Which knows no time limitations
Pathetic is the future of this generation!

World of apps innumerable
is converting them disable
Of making themselves able
Ethics eloped with fables
Affections instant are served on tables
Emotions of arrogance are their lables
Hopeless is the future of juveniles

@Raji❤