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A poem shared by C V Subbaraman, Ex-RBI, 90 plus, Mysuru : Inside my small apartment, in a groove; I travel not beyond my living room Kitchen or the not-far-away bedroom. Where hath that all my past agility gone? And how is this disability born? Unseen and unannounced they come or go, In the silence of nights without ado! But the days continue to remain bright The nights continue to demand more light Birds continue to fly and dogs to bark, Past remains distant, future remains dark. I care no longer to know who am I Or when, where I shall be gone, low or high; Life will go on, as the world moves on too, Smoothly or otherwise, as one’s thoughts do. Present is sure the only lovely time To live and enjoy life in all its rhyme. Subbaraman 27 September 2025

The poem "Instagramam" by Reshmy Warrier included in her latest collection "Unapologetic" concludes with this lament : "We are transfixed, Selling our wares, selling ourselves, Maybe, Instagramam isn't a place we enter, Probably it's a bug lodged in our mind, Playing us over and over." "Unapologetic" is available online @Amazon : https://amzn.in/d/g9yP4UB The poet has given the following note on the poem : "A sharp critique of modern social media culture, this satirical piece exposes the commodification of attention online. Portraying Instagram as a dystopian marketplace, the poem imagines humans caged within neon-lit colours, fighting for shelf space and eyeballs. The absurd escalation highlights performative behaviour, while the final line ("Probably it's a bug lodged in our mind") suggests addiction and entrapment. Readers are invited to reflect on how social media shapes identify and values, and is an endless ho...