When My Phone Is Just A Phone Poem by Nitya Swaruba
When My Phone Is Just A Phone
When my phone is just a phone
Life shifts to a peaceful zone
The head's free of concussions
The heart beats quietly on its own
The ring of a call is the only sound
No dings and pops to turn life around
I don't crave, everything behaves
No highs that die, I live on my ground.
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life,phone,technology
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