Not now and then,
But again and again,
I do open
My worn out phone
Men and women!
Where have you gone?
Messages in metric tonnes
I expect from you, but in vain!
It's half past nine
in the morn
Still I receive none!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bitter isolation torturing a modern full-of-technology world.Excellent!