In the glow of digital light, Fingers dance on screens so bright, Whispers lost to silent swipes, Connection fades as heartache wipes. Smartphones cast their siren call, Promises of all that's small, In forgetting the warmth of a hand, Humans drift as grains of sand. Children grow in pixels' care, No longer fields where breezes dare, Patent lives in patented ways, Lost are their unfiltered days. Heartbreaking is the soundless sigh, When eyes won't meet, and hearts pass by, We trade our souls for fleeting thrill, Lost in echoes, our voices still.