Kirti V
“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
A biography of a mobile phone.
Yea ma’am
Well written from the perspective of a phone
Thank you dear 💚💚
Haha! This is at once hilarious and sadly true. We do make use of our cell phones the most!
We all need to detox! Oh well, maybe after the #AZatPP is done and dusted
Aah… Yea… Tried to make it hilarious.. Glad that it came out… And you telling that it’s hilarious means a lot to me
Hahaha. This was such a fun poem. The story of our lives. Lovely. 💚💚💚
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Ha ha… Very imaginable 😂
Thank you Jaya mam
Haha! Such a fun poem😀💚💚
Haha. Thank you pooja… Glad you enjoyed it
Haha! So witty!
Thank you dear
Haha, so cute! If only they could talk…
Hehe thanks Sheetal
😅so relatable and true, I pity our mobile phones.
Hahha… Yea very much