Lighting up every now and then, is her smartphone,
She glances it, while looking at the TV all alone.
The show is a comedy,
But her eyebrows are on fury.
It is 1 am, sleep is yet to gain, her attention,
None of her postures seem relaxing.
When her mom comes to check,
Her face is now an open book.
Understanding her mother's concern,
She cries, “I know, i have been overly exposed,
To the unruly world of virtual world.
It operates on me with precision of a surgeon,
Won't accept my anomalies, leaving me guilt ridden.”
She then utters,
“I will now be going offline, closing all my association.”