Turnover Of Time
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I am reminded of good old days
When phone meant landline
Nothing more than that
And public booth
Site to make calls
And then came a walky talky
Which you can roam about
And talk within house
That was really nice
Enjoying talk at ease.
But man is never satisfied
He wanted to make talk
Anytime and anywhere
Making a phone in pocket
And a talk just a call distance apart.
But not enough listening voice
Now a video call brings nations
At our home distence
It gives satisfaction and hope
Breaking chain of boredom.
We moved a lot
In our thoughts
Leading to discoveries
Simplifying our life
Making it a better life.
© Varsha Madhulika
23.06.2021.
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