Lost

Through the soft blue veil of clouds,  
Upon dew resting on grass blades,  
The moonlight that once painted patterns—  
That beauty is gone today.

How did the rainbow get its hue?  
The curious young mind no longer wonders.  
The ancient glory of our ancestors,  
The great tanks, stupas, palaces—  
They are no longer recognized.

From mother and father, relatives, and friends—  
No warmth or loving words are shared anymore.

With the glow from digital screens,  
Life portrayed seems so grand,  
Yet time flies without notice.

Young, innocent hearts are drawn in,  
To a hollow life they grow used to,  
Even elders pay little heed to this change.

Gardens bloom through mobile screens,  
Smiles sway with sadness,  
In this rushing world, the future shows no light.

And in such a time, a heart  
That runs wild and restless,  
Doesn’t pause to feel  
The truly beautiful wonders of this world.