Paper.
The very paper where I poured my heart out, removed.
A pen.
The very pen I previously used, now doomed.
I look around me.
Where are their minds?
The teacher asks a question
And suddenly it is no longer a lesson.
Computers they now embrace.
That lets their brain deteriorate.
And the very knowledge that was once cherished, I now watch displaced.
With classrooms filled with screens that glow,
There now lay human brains that slow.
They question it, I know,
but no knowledge is exchanged, in a place where their minds are so estranged.
However, while AI’s power remains grand,
It lacks the mere warmth of a human hand.
And therefore, will be the fall,
Where us humans will begin to call.
Together,
With our hearts aligned,
What we lost, we will find.
Inaya Tapal is a 17-year-old girl from Karachi, Pakistan. She is in her first year of A levels at Karachi Grammar School. She is an ardent reader and also enjoys playing sports, especially Netball. Inaya is a volunteer at the Parents Voice Association at Ujala, a rehabilitative institution created to cater to the needs of specially abled Children. She hopes to create more awareness surrounding these children in the future in her society.
