The colourful lungis my dad once wore, Has changed its form, in a woman’s world A wraparound, as its commonly known On her waist, makes a fashionable note. I used to think when I was small, Kitchens were built for moms and grandmoms. Hell no, not any more, For in here, spaces are deftly designed to fit, ‘Anyone’ with culinary skills! A revolution happened , its called telecom With rates that come, cheaper than beggars alms. The games have changed, for the children too With less of monkey bars and hide & seeks, And more of videos, games and technologies! 5 paise, 10 paise , 25 paise coins For the mints, lollies and popcorns, Holds no good anymore For they have been cremated long long ago. By the way, I have forgotten what it means, To scribble notes, in my own writings For I have efficient technical scribes Say the laptops, cellphones and the tabs! Whispering sweet nothings Through virtual means Is far more sought out Than to meet and greet ! There is gen coding too these days Like the X, the Y and the Z And every Gen will have its tale Of Ulta Pultas that will continue to be !