A ‘Blue Whale' dwells in the deep web-sea
that loves to drink blood of the stupid teens
like spider sucking from foolish, webbed bee;
glued to tabs, laptops, addicted to the mobile
these rootless youth, in search of excitement
without poetry of home life and lessons sterile,
fall victim to the Whale in off-guard moments
to wallow in self-inflicted pains, cuts and wounds
not letting anyone know night's awful intents;
crestfallen, lonely like leaves caught in whirlwind
sadly they are drawn to suicide by a sadist admin
alas consequences of indulgence without a mind!
Are those days of joyful games on sweating ground
gone forever when we played with applause around?
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