By Shrimoyee Chattopadhyay
Just as I finished sipping my hot cup of morning coffee
A Facebook article suddenly made me feel stuffy;
A boy somewhere committed suicide, being pressed with depression
And this was mainly because of his lack of expression
He could not speak his mind out to his parents or to any friend,
And thus decides to commit suicide to put an end.
He was stressed out for the past one year
But not a single person was there to lend him an ear,
Parents, relatives, and friends were all busy with their work
And thus, they have no time to sit and talk.
Even when they got some time to relax
They preferred to be busy over Whatsapp and Facebook chats,
During the time of lunch, dinner, and breakfast
They would be highly engrossed in their mobiles, laptops, and tabs
Oh! they would be busier even during the weekends
As they had to upload something every now and then
No one noticed how the boy was slowly distancing himself from everyone
Because not a single person was there from whom he could get an opinion
The boy scribbled down in his suicide note –
“See you all on the other side of the road
Hope someone will be there to listen to me then
To assure me of their presence now and again”
This makes me question – Are we losing the power of “real talk”
In this era of “modernisation” which seems to mock?
So I would like to make an ardent request to one and all
Please engage in some “real talk”, apart from the world of “rofl” and “lol”.