It’s my small window to see the world alone,
It’s my memories and my subtle clone,

It’s the one with me always,
And feed the lights in forgotten ways,

Its a blunder of emotions sometimes,
Sometimes its content and sublime,

It’s rocking my universe with magical acoustic,
It’s so playful sometimes and sometimes mystic,

Its the only thing, I wonder I can rely on,
It’s my unwise Smartphone.


Image Credit: Erin Pollock

About Erin Pollock: I just found the image very relevant to my poem, so I added it. If you want to know more about the painter click the about link.

Thanks 🙂

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