The Ringing Cell Phone Poem by Varanasi Ramabrahmam
The Ringing Cell Phone
Cell phone is ringing
On him
Who was alive;
The call might be
From his beloved
Inviting for banquet;
Or from father away
Inquiring welfare;
Or from a friend
Congratulating his recent success;
But he has reached worlds
Unreachable;
Attained stillness
Though has still
Many more springs to celebrate;
Silenced by exploded bomb
Exploding the hearts of his near and dear;
The cell phone is still ringing
On the breathless log
Cell phone for me is the era 's catastrophe because of it people get more stress, it restricts their freedom and decreases their need for human and real contact, exactly like internet. Well penned poem.
hmn...no one picks the phone, no words to hear about... Cellphone keeps on ringing but no one been found... nice descriptive verses...thanks for sharing!
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 7:43:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Oofs gosh and anti climax… ‘…The cell phone is still ringing/On the breathless log’ hear breaking but reality...nice diction 10/10 Ms. Nivedita UK