The hairless hairdo squatters 
The roadside bystanders 
with heads bent, fingers poised 
oblivious to the pulse of movements near. 
Swiping and scrolling in the labyrinth of technology
entangled in the web of apples and'i's
Like a bubble about to burst 
at the merest of provocations.
Kith and kin on line connections
unconcerned of the lives breathing near
Eyes glazed with a vacant look
The whites a dangling noose from ear. 
The scented breeze of petrichor 
The morn drops and the moonspots pool
The goldenrays of sun of hopes 
The lethargy of the dusk of lassitude. 
The sly cheekiness of the moon romancing 
with the dainty docile stars prancing 
The veil of darkness caressing the day 
The naughty silver pranking with the lovers. 
These nature's bounty to the peers junior 
in 4d vision apps of time's weirdos 
The perfect copy without the sensory sensations 
but enough for the automation fanatics. 
Not realising the boon of the gifted boon
Happily unhappy in the virtual world 
Like a bubble floating in the spring of life's capsule 
The weilders of tomorrow's reins. 
Delving into the quicksand of Time's snares 
unmindful of the tears of blood 
Willingly lost in the maze of virtual estate 
These princes of future kingdom                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    