Title: The Pulse of Now By Vijay Sharma Erry Stanza 1 The world hums loud with fleeting trends, A whirlwind dance that never ends. On screens, the voices clash and rise, A storm of truth, half-truths, and lies. Stanza 2 The climate shifts, the earth’s heart cries, Wildfires rage beneath bruised skies. Yet hope persists in youthful hands, Planting seeds on barren lands. Stanza 3 The digital tide, it sweeps us fast, AI’s dreams reshape our past. From code to art, it weaves a spell, A future bright, or Orwell’s hell? Stanza 4 The stars above, we chase their gleam, SpaceX rockets fuel the dream. To Mars we cast our hopeful gaze, Humanity’s next uncharted phase. Stanza 5 The metaverse, a phantom land, Where avatars and dreams expand. We trade the real for pixel’s glow, What’s left behind, we’ll never know. Stanza 6 The cries for justice echo still, From streets to screens, they break the chill. Equality’s fight, a burning call, One voice, one heart, can lift us all. Stanza 7 The virus lingers, shadows fade, New variants, new fears cascade. Yet science strides with steady grace, To heal the world, to save our race. Stanza 8 In trends we see our fleeting time, A mirror held to life’s steep climb. We chase, we pause, we dream, we strive, In this mad pulse, we come alive.