It’s time you turn the machine off, it’s time, Before the bard in you flies away With the last melodious rhyme. For too long your eyes are fixed on the screen Living in a virtual world forgetting your kin While you looked away, the rainbow came and went The flower bloomed and withered You never got her scent. The clouds gathered on you for your glance Then wilted, you frittered away the chance, Every bit of nature on your door knocks To find you lost in the rectangular box, Switch it off, turn your eyes Before the bard in you forever dies!