Ranajit Das
Poems by Ranajit Das
Aliens are seated in the metro rail.
With their eyes glued to their smartphones,
and their headphones plugged into their ears,
they have shut out the earth's reality around them.
Their faces are robotic and restless, being totally
commanded by the signals of the virtual world...
With their eyes glued to their smartphones,
and their headphones plugged into their ears,
they have shut out the earth's reality around them.
Their faces are robotic and restless, being totally
commanded by the signals of the virtual world...