Bold Cell Phone Poem by dechen lhamo

Wearing a cloth of navy,
Makes it quite heavy,
Cannot see but hear,
Even talks without fear.

Just 5cm long,
Which I belong,
Screaming to inform,
though not in uniform.

Numbers and alphabet design,
Is a non human sign,
What makes it shout?
As if to blast out.

Light on the screen,
Blinks in keen,
Stagnant mouth of it,
Talks neither in fit.
Its power in crowd,
Makes the owner proud,
Will it really conquer the world?
Oh god! That’s how we should be bold.