Voice Recorder Poem by Gajanan Mishra

For this voice recorder
I am facing all the troubles.
And I have decided to delete
All the artificial colours
From my own boxes so fixed.

And this is the morning light
This is the name and address
Confusing me day and night.

I am deaf, though
The sound is coming to
Give me pressure drop by drop
For a traveller cheque.

I am really a fool
And I know not the value.
All bad habits
All in baseless and
In descending order.