Lost Wisdom in the Smartphone Glow

 In the age of screens and virtual space,

A tale unfolds of a changing embrace.

The Internet, a realm so vast and wide,

Yet, in its midst, our connections hide.

Once upon a time, in the family's warm glow,

Traditions and stories, a steady flow.

Parents' wisdom, like a guiding star,

In the quiet evenings, near or far.

But now, the web weaves a different plot,

A story of connection seemingly forgot.

As gadgets glow in a darkened room,

Cultural ties may face impending doom.

The Internet, a captivating maze,

In its glow, our attention strays.

A world of clicks and likes takes hold,

As familial bonds, like stories, unfold.

From WhatsApp pings to Facebook walls,

A virtual realm where connection sprawls.

Yet, in the pixels and emoticons,

Real conversations may be bygones.

As grandparents wait for a heartfelt call,

The smartphone's glow casts a shadow tall.

Cultural traditions, fading away,

In the bright screens, where attention may sway.

Once, stories passed down from kin,

Now, Google's wisdom we're buried in.

The elders' tales, a treasure trove,

Forgotten in the digital alcove.

Parents, with love in their weary eyes,

Watch children grow, amidst device ties.

The dinner table, once a bonding space,

Now echoes with the silent glow's embrace.

In the quiet of a sacred festival night,

Screens may replace the soft candlelight.

Traditions whispered, but who will hear,

Over the ping of a message near?

Gone are the days of handwritten letters,

Replaced by emails, a technology fetter.

The art of expression, the personal touch,

Lost in the electronic rush.

As YouTube teaches and Google knows,

The art of learning changes and grows.

Yet, in this vast sea of information,

Cultural roots face a quiet erosion.

The elders' tales, like ancient scrolls,

In the Internet's realm, struggle to hold.

Screens may bridge the distance, it's true,

But can they replace a family's view?

In the glow of a smartphone's light,

Parental advice may fade from sight.

The wisdom of years, a beacon dim,

As we scroll through a virtual whim.

The Internet, a double-edged sword,

Connecting, yet cutting the familial cord.

In the dance of screens, and bytes that hum,

Are we losing more than we become?

Let's pause in the glow of the digital stream,

To cherish our roots, like a cherished dream.

For in the pixels and codes that bind,

Our culture and kin, a treasure to find.

The Internet, a tool, not a divide,

A reminder to keep our roots alive.

In the dance of screens and family ties,

May we find a balance, where tradition lies.