“Ouch!! It hurts!!!”
I wondered who said that!
“Ouch!!! It hurts!!!”
The cry echoed again,
Oh! My phone was the cry baby.
.
My phone said,
“You guys poke us,
With your fingers and
Scratch us with your sharp nails
And the stylus too.
.
We get suffocated,
And strangulated
When you squeeze us
Into your pockets,
And dingy bags.
.
We are either overfed,
That our tummies burst,
Or malnourished,
That we just go blank.
Can’t you just feed us right?
.
We feel our great grandparents,
Mr. Nokia 3310 and his friends,
Were the luckiest,
As they faded off,
Much before this torture.
.
Even now, as I vent out,
My madame poet, is poking me,
As she is typing down
My rantings, into a poem,
As her entry for the letter R! “
.
Pic Courtesy : Agê Barros on Unsplash
Kirti V
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