Modern Poetry Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

I want to make poetry
Out of modern things
Like cellphones and laptops,
The multiplexes and malls.

If poetry cannot be made
Out of things which people enjoy,
Activities they look forward to,
Then, it is only cloistered stuff.

The ringtones of cells or the lights
That flicker on and around laptop
Are the stars in the modern sky
Of young and upwardly moving.

The Milky-Way fireflies above
Are only carpets for the satellites
To reflect into telephones to issue
Out of the call centres in Bangalore.

Moving forward with Infosys,
One has to land in the back-office
Keep awake across time-zones,
Soon to be sent abroad, a reward, eh?

Card-readers and pen-drives
Can be made to tinkle with poetry
Even into mates to fulfil needs,
Since there are no alternatives.