An Ode to my phone | Surya T | Poetry Marathon Poem 21

Oh, ye magical machine
conjuring the world within the palm
I bow down to thee

Oh, ye magical machine
that can connect me with a person beyond time
I bow down to thee

Oh, ye magical machine
that creates a memory of a time gone by
I bow down to thee

Oh, ye magical machine
that records, connects, and disconnects millions
I bow down to thee

Oh, ye magical machine
that has become one with my body
I bow down to thee

Thou hast become my constant companion
A must-have for my survival
Oh, ye magical machine, I bow down to thee

Surya T

One thought on “An Ode to my phone | Surya T | Poetry Marathon Poem 21

  1. This left me thinking; “why didn’t I think about my cellphone?” I am lost when I leave without this all-knowing, all-present, all-powerful demigod we have all come to “bow down to”.

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