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
Copyright ©2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem