It wakes me with lilting opera melodies
Without a luxury to snooze
Blatantly flashes across the screen
Day’s corporate appointments to schmooze
“Play the Tetris game”, demands
In the subway ride, my little princess
However, alone with crackberried strangers
I would rather play mind-chess
I whip it out, for an extempore picture
Of the art installation in the park
In between appointments, I surf
Sid’s poetry for a lark
With little beeps throughout the day
Emails keep pouring in
Making me realize
Living mindless in a rat-race is a sin
Indispensible for searching
A Zagat restaurant rating
An amazing bible of wonders
Absolutely crucial, while dating
“See you in 5”, I text
“Big O in 10”, is his reply
From this little black gizmo
Its flashy round knob, can I shy?
It is my knight in shining armor
My tall dark handsome paramour.
I can see you are in love with your modern gizmo. Such convenience how can one complain. regards Bob
Execellent poem, indeed, well crafted wordings, touching..No more words for a senior poet
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living mindless in a rat race is a sin. lovely, poignant line. oh yes these modern gizmo's take care of lot of loneliness, but they lack the warmth of human touch. excellent poem Madam. i can see Sadaat is bowled over, so am i. mamta