The Poor Child

She blames him, He blames her, And the child is stranded, Mentally divided, Marriage is breaking, A love marriage! They loved each other, And found their lives, Like a full moon light, And lovely words, Scattered in their way, As twinkling stars! Perfumed letters, Hidden in drawers, On colorful papers, Are still there! The child can now read, He can write as well, He has watched many movies, Based on love stories! He is used to computer, And internet, And knows many things, That we came to know, At a much older age! We grew up, In a joint family cage, Besides the parents, Grand fathers and mothers, And so many others, Had an eye on us, Under a blue moon, We enjoyed loneliness, Our lives were designed, In the way they defined. Got a low mental age, In the lovely cage! But a modern child, Is now socialized, By machines that speak, Show the depth and the peak, But have no passion, No sentiments no emotion, Neither have they hated, Nor have they loved, The child is having, Much more mental age, Than his actual age! How can you expect, From the child who has read, Love letters of his parents, Colorful fragrant, And is watching now differences, The rash exchanges, Shall he be socialized, As a normal man!