Mobile Poem by Mayank Mehta

Hello! Hi! Hey! What’s up!
It’s time for you to make up.
Take your phone and start texting,
This is technology’s latest thing.

Who cares which shoe in which feet,
Everyone on the chat waits for morning’s greet.
Electronic messaging is centuries old,
Face to face messaging is today’s gold.

Anyone in Spain, Egypt or Switzerland,
Anytime can visit their motherland.
Without a Visa, ticket and a penny,
Chat for long with own granny.

Pay your electric and housing fare,
On the movement of your finger’s gear.
Temple run or a brave run,
Always keeps you in fun.

‘Keep the smart phone away’, says mom,
‘It’s you because of its smartness in this form.
Deep dark wells under your eyes,
Finger tips swollen of you guys.

Typing and texting all the time,
There’s no time to even eat a lime.
Starting the day with a screaming tone,
There’s never a second without the phone.

You never have your bath with an ordinary soap,
Cause you do it with an electronic soap.
Its harmful radiations harm your brain,
But my words never reached you but the city drain.’

‘Sorry mom’, said I,
Gone offline saying friends’ bye.
Now I chat with them when I am free,
In my house, in a car or on a tree.