Disconnection Poem by Elena Sandu

Disconnection

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On the platform, the people
Are waiting for the subway train.
A baby plays with his mother's hair.
Such delicate hold of the black tuft,
with only two fingers, of both hands!
From time to time the baby raise his eyes
To meet the mother's instant smile
larger and wiser, he's smiling back.
The train came,
another baby holding his parents hands
hurried in.
Between the babies
frozen cold glance exchanged,
no smile, why?
New child (not yet two)
Frantically searching through
his mother's bag.
Expected to see sweets coming up?
Naah, no chance, he's got
the smart phone in his hand!
Delicate tiny index, touched the screen
Swifting images up and down
from left to right and vice versa.
In seconds time, captured,
soaked in, the child,
turned to the other side annoyed,
when his father
in a burst of love
kindly tried to caress
for a moment his son's hair.

Sigh… what a contrast
Two cute babies,
One connected to the
mother's warm eyes
The other one connected
Or maybe better said
Hooked on a 'screen touch'…
We need to help the kids
to avoid having the gadgets
replacing the friends
or else... the days
of insesitive world
we may get to live...
with... No chance for escape...

Friday, October 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan 27 November 2014

of insensitive world we may get to live... with... No chance for escape... A beautiful poem which describes the hollowness of machines trying to surpass the beauty of love.Well done Col Muhammad Khalid Khan

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* Sunprincess * 25 November 2014

...........those moments were captured nicely.....and yes, it's true technology will never take the place of love.....enjoyed this poem :)

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Dr Pintu Mahakul 03 October 2014

Baby plays with mother's hair in plat form, there is no chance for escape to read this beautiful life observing poem. Well done, well done. Nice on sharing.

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