Poem 5

With Love – Phone

 

I am a phone,
Whose throne, nobody can own.
The one who has a ringtone,
Follow order like a line of stone.
I am luckiest one here,
Nobody can think to go without me, anywhere.
I loved by everyone,
More than anyone.
From younger to old,
I treated like gold.
Lover’s child,
Students mind,
Parents hope to Google’s scope.
Loneliness companion, all in all champion.
Alone I am enough to guide,
Happy to help at every side.

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