Glowing Screens Poem by Aarzoo Mehek

Glowing Screens

We chase the stars with weary eyes,
scrolling through a pixelated sky.
But dreams don't bloom on glowing screens—
They rise in silence, rest, and peace.
Log out, lie down, let go awhile…
and watch your soul begin to smile. 🙂

©Aarzoo Mehek

Glowing Screens
Sunday, August 3, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: satire of social classes,social media,face,phone
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