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Gen(uine) Z




Gen(uine) Z


They could bet they recalled
their childhood was shared 
they have seen another
lazing upon their bed 

They could confirm
they grew up together 
they would affirm 
they needed one another 

They could assure you
they wouldn't fight
they would be inseparable
through day and night

They insist they have a sibling
none that you conceived 
you wonder what you’re missing
what child is your memory dismissing?

They grab their phones and type away
it’s a sibling thing, but don’t you meddle 
for not every generation was born 
with technology in their cradle...

***

Generation Z is practically growing up with technology. Both advancements being directly proportional. Amidst this, the generation finds it conflicting to distinguish virtual from reality. Gadgets are beginning to become their roommates, their best of friends and everything genuine is taking a back seat. 


Comments

  1. Wordplay-TRS31 March 2023 at 22:37

    Very true!! This poem aplty captures the fear that today's generation has looming over their world...well written, and keep it up!!

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    1. Palavi Karnik 1 April 2023 at 10:21

      Thanks!
      Made the necessary changes like you mentioned, hope you like it! :D

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  2. Avortexwastaken1 April 2023 at 23:24

    It is an incontrovertible fact that Gen Zs are really tangled with the technology and not living in the real world instead they are living in a " pseudo " world created by Zuckerberg and Jobs. You have conveyed the message really nicely..... nice job Palavi !!!!

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