Mobile, Mobile, the society destroyer,
To recover that disease, it is my prayer.
Watching it from Morning till night
Is everyone doing wrong or right?

Playing games or using social media,
Destructive loss of idea.
Using Google for information,
And got reduced use of books for interpretation.

Mobile, Mobile, the society destroyer,
Making the world less merrier;
Causing damage of vision,
Causing loss to the young generation.

Oh God, eliminate the addiction
of the device making way to destruction.
Make our generation to rise,
So that we can become perfectly wise.

Once upon a time,
There lived a bird.
Spent its time,
Flying in an orchard.

It's days were going on
Eating ripe fruits from the farmland;
One day, the owner saw it,
Trapped and made it disappointed.

Days after days,
It spent its days in captivity.
Chirping its sweet tone from the cage,
Trying to say, “I need liberty”

Nobody listened its request,
Ignored it and went passing by.
The bird began crying,
Prayed, “O God, save me or I'll die!”

God listened its little request,
Blessed it for its release.
The owner opened the cage,
The bird found the time and flew with ease.

The bird felt the essence of liberty,
Met with its old friends.
Flew away in the sky,
In its old trends.