It's Ringing The Cellphone Poem by Rahman Henry

It's ringing the cellphone, continuous
Sound neutral, unconcerned the kitchen is

It's ringing the cellphone, continuous
The road is surrounded by Gold-rain-trees, a private car
Pharmacist is on the way home, driving

It's ringing the cellphone, continuous
Ears are engaged with Tagore songs, fingers with Facebook;

It's ringing the cellphone, continuous
Cellphone: a luxurious misinvention of this century

It's ringing the cellphone, continous
Congrats! Congrats!

It's ringing the cellphone, continuous, and stops
At the distance of a light years, there is a disappointed sigh


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