No peace in this world,
All over glitches and miseries.
Blow hot and cold,
Evermore injuries.
Conflicts improve as
tradition.
Blood shed is stable.
Fraternity today a
fiction.
Empty country of
humble.
Disasters abreast defy.
Diseases proceed as a
turning.
Daily dozens die.
Quite as a warning.
Journals are –
unbearable.
Nothing fond to hear.
Security impossible-
certain zones to clear.
Necessities increased.
Opportunities lacked.
Problems are infinite.
Solutions deficit.
Pop out is permitted.
Labours limited.
Education ruined.
Happiness removed.
They the villains,
Medias the real heroes.
Online services are the
lifeline.
Globe,under their
maintanence.
A digital season of
sunken people.
A treasury of infection
with affected patients.
An uneasy earth,
attributes very less.
A better planet,
Can’t we guess?
~Nafila Binth Noushad
Thrissur, India