Virtual Work

Whenever I go to sleep, I keep my cell phone On the top of a table with silent mode ON. I get her back right when my eyes re-open. On entering into a chat, I go to a room soon And don't want too, to go the other way round. My hands and feet move on of their own; I find As if, someone passes lonely in somnambulism; And awake up as it hits an object of the room! The time of call is being noted in my mind. I like to call back over phone, but I can't find! Later, I get her nearby when I imagine. Oh! This is the way it passes the whole of my time! Having such thoughts, a poet could've been blessed. Thus, I see the net result as ZERO by the day end. Dated:24-09-2017.