By: Khushi Gandhi

People walking down the street
Not seeing eye to eye
Hands glued to a hypnotizer
They don’t even bother to say hi
No more hanging out at the park
Or spending quality time
The little screen is their resort
Enlightened by a single chime
Warm, gleaming sunshine leaks through the window
But it goes unnoticed
As the artificial radiance
Shifts one’s focus
True laughter, art, and music
Has been thoroughly abolished
A phone is a necessity
That does nothing but demolish