With nary a thought of her own,
She opened Google on her phone.
Birds chirped, a cool wind breeze
But she took no notice
Hear all, hear all
It is a technical apocalypse. (1)
“Mirror, mirror on the wall
But you are not even on the wall”
he thus said while taking his first selfie
as men-women passed, all of them techies.
Hear all, hear all
This is a short world of fall. (2)
Prince of Persia?
Counter strike and Mini Militia?
The old man shook his head in dismay
Whatever happened to good ol’ football days?
The world is changing, smart-era is dawning,
Hear all, hear all
It is a technical apocalypse. (3)
But let us take a moment
To reminisce and see how it’s important.
Changing billions of life everyday,
Redefining dreams in every way
It is a technical apocalypse,
Or is it a technical apocalypse? (4)
THE WORLD OF ROSE A BLACK. 