O Mobile Phone! I praise Thee
You Stay Connected, Celestially,
In seasons of Mists Storms or Rain
You ease away the pain,
When no spaces in distances remain.
For O, Mobile Phone! You, like the light winged Dryad,
Make the communicative melody,
O' for the sound of Linkage, In the New Age,
Opening Magic Casements,
Orange and Blue, Black and Grey, hues spree;
Mobile Phone, I praise Thee;
I stay in touch, with my family
All because of YOU!
Away, away, away, I am free
You gave me My Liberty!
Oh, what numbers are these, what Attic shapes!
I hear I say' Heard melodies are sweet' what chimes Do jingle,
What messages they bring what numbness they tingle!
But those unheard are sweeter!! Ah! Where art thou?
My beloved Mobile'
Here today and gone tomorrow! Wait!
Let my fingers do the search!
Let the communication begin! Oh Mobile phone! I praise thee!
You are the Greatest Connector of Community!

Anjum Wasim Dar
Copyright © 2006

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