My Cell Phone ♥ Poem by Halima Ahmed

Lately the source

Of my happiness has been

My green phone

And although I love the color and appreciate the green side of life

That has not been the real reason

You see my phone has made me realize

Something no human

Has ever done before….

And that is

I have realized the beauty of voices

And no- not voices of singers

But rather regular people like you and I

I hold the phone close to my ears

And it instantly transfers

The depth of our conversations

to my heart

My phone has been well aware of this

Stranger rendezvous

No wonder it has been

Shinning in the dark these days

Forcing me to connect with a stranger

Miles and miles away

Praying for the unity of my hand

With the hand that holds the phone

On the other end

♥


10/31/09

9: 45pm


Halima Ahmed

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