No intonation,
No sulking tone,
No emotions heard,
Words are picked,
Displayed on the screen,
People are seen,
Not to be in vain,
Not have to spend,
The visible cents,
Nagging is not immune,
Irritating emoticons,
Wing and wriggle,
What's up is just handy,
While I pretend to work,
To send the silent messages,
With free of cost,
At once on the spot,
I remember those days,
Had to walk miles,
To look for the phones,
In the post offices,
Holding my father's hand.
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While I pretend to work, To send the silent messages, With free of cost Things have become easy. Problems faced to communicate long distance in old times are nicely recalled. Nice flowing poem. Thank you.