Early morning
The golden rays filters through the window panes,
Bringing the end to cold wintery nights
She stretches out her hand
To reach for her smart phone
With droopy eyes, hard to focus,
She reads the message that was posted last night.
Smiles back at each message one by one,
Then logs on to share her verse
Tweet, tweet she goes on twitter
Walking towards face-book, renews her status update
Glides through yahoo to check her email
Surfing on chat-page with family and friends
Googles on news to confirm what she just heard.
Morning prayers postponed by many hours,
God waits for his turn and wonders
“Why he gave such intelligence to a man?”
The old farmer is better,
He admires the wild rose by the beach
Plough his land with fresh seeds
And seeks his blessing every hour, all week
Wrote for Thursday Poets Rally
Living in an Unsafe World
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No, Don’t wish me ‘Happy New Year’ I am not in mood. There is nothing to
celebrate. You tell me to move on, things are not going to change.
How can I...
How very true!
ReplyDeleteso lovely and worth pondering. we might be losing the connection just when we thought that it's within click. blessings to you :)
ReplyDeletethought provoking.
ReplyDeletewelcome and have fun.
Thank you so much!!
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nice! very well done! awesome! :P)
ReplyDeleteAn interesting take on modern communication and the most ancient one.
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interesting write, flows nicely
ReplyDeleteThe "she" in the poem is you itself? :D Beautiful poem, flows well.. Nice one Pushpee!
ReplyDeleteMy Poets Rally Poem
plead guilty *covers face*
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