Kids Open the Book No More

 These days, kids open the book no more
And, hardly try to read anymore;
In real, they love reading memes roll by roll
As they are proud of making troll.   

   
After some days, tiny insects hide itself
Inside the pages of book in shelf;
They make a trail anywhere,
Only making a mark reading nowhere.
   
   
It infuriates and annoys badly
When the kids open the book slightly,
And presses the insects by thumb
To make their life ultimately crumb.
   
   
Then the fingers jump to the mobile phone
In the battle of Free Fire and pubG Zone.
These days, kids open the book no more
And, laugh at memes in Facebook and Insta more.

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