Thumb goes up, the feed goes down;
Smiles and filters from all around.
Someone’s dinner, someone’s shoe —
It’s memes that scroll so fast.
A stranger’s joy, a filtered face;
The algorithm shifts and plays.
Like and share in loops that bind,
Woven through our wired minds.
And still we swipe, both night and day—
The feed won’t end; it only bends,
And as the silence softly screams,
We lose ourselves in glowing screens.
ARUN KUMAR M
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