Nomophobia Poem by Ima Ryma
Nomophobia
My cell phone was not in the place
Where I normally do put it.
I felt my heart begin to race
As a panic attack did hit.
I looked around to no avail,
Was panting due to my exhaust.
The worst of worst I did bewail.
What would happen if it was lost?
I borrowed a neighbor's phone to call
My phone, it was where it should be,
There on the table in the hall.
Somehow my cell phone texted me!
'Nomophobia' was text shown,
'Intense fear of no mobile phone.
The young generation has become addicted to mobile phones. And NoMophobia has become the order of the day. Mopho has become part of their body and soul and they cannot think of being separated from it even for a few minutes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/1/2024 6:47:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Although the poem appears to be funny to this old timer, it's probably not to the younger generation. And then again, there's nothing funny about an anxiety attack. Good poem, Ima!