Where is, the time, for those indulgences
When we met people, beyond faces
What remains now; dubious dalliances
Of shadows, with digital traces!

The charm, of that, heart’s ‘shred’, called ‘letter’
How soon, we consigned, to chronicles
For the farce, served o’er, digital platter
Bereft of thoughts; touching impulse!

We make, and break, over Facebook’s chats
And tweet, new sins, of digital race
See enigma of, these ‘technocrats’
No more than, ciphers of, IP address!

Androids! Are we! With an E-ethos!
Whose digital rise, shall never ebb
In a maze, of clones, who love chaos
Are We, The Phantoms, Of Our Web !!!

© 2018 Vikas Chandra