The Future Poem by Srivishnu Rentala

Gone are those days of CD-ROMs
as we fly into an era of Clouds.
I miss the times of large Cuckoo Clocks,
where now lies a "smart" watch.

Life used to buzz with fervor,
as Mother Nature caressed our feet.
But now we're left a mere observer,
behind an AMOLED display in a suite.

Communication will grow to be unique
We'll have Telekinesis to move; Telepathy to speak.
Long drives, Shinkansen will all turn obsolete
as we teleport instantly, from Lalbagh to Fleet Street.

Time may lose its essence eventually,
as we harness immortality.
Robots will be our new minds,
while ours fades into a naive nullity.

To wake up and to sleep,
we'll need a reminder beep.
As Alexa, Bixby and assistant bots
rule our existence and whatnot.

Roaming the world where technology thrives,
we'll forget the fact that we used to drive.
Maybe we'll have races with Light
to decide the strength of each one's might.

With all that's happening around me
I can't help but take pity.
Illuminated by illusions of progress,
in actuality: into primitiveness, we regress.

As artificial intelligence pursues invincibility,
into an oblivion we rest, lazily.
Let's cherish and spread humanity
before we're erased by future insanity.