Children glued to i phones
parents complaining
marks the event of the day.
My mom shouted at me
forever you read fiction.
spend time studying.
I, for my turn,
scolded my kids
as they sat watching TV.
My sons reprimand
their little ones
being addicted to phones.
it is history,
as they say
repeating itself.
The change you find
is in the mode,
not anywhere else.
The next generation
will be inclined
to things beyond .
They will face
the same music.
Days go by.
Each one is responsible
will mature to become sober.
Time is the criteria.
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