Last weekend I gave a poetry recital for our Assamese harvest festival celebrations Magh Bihu. I perfomed two poems, one had a couple of stanza's in Assamese that I sang. The second one really provoked some thoughts, which went like this; In a rush to update your status. There is a hook, called facebook. In a rush, to update your status. Your dog got a fright, what you ate last night. Feeling ill, use facebook as a pill. Your flashy car, will take you so far. Flying high but living a lie. Your Prada bag! Is just a rag. making amends for having no friends. You dined at the Ritz, secretly in bits. Jumping on a bike, to get a like. To celebrate the material is so trivial. A small mind is the state of mankind. This attention has no retention. Social media has made us needier. In a rush to update your status.
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