My rough note



:: The day my smartphone died::


Even now I shiver hard thinking

how I helplessly cried and cried

My virtual world just collapsed

the day my smartphone died…


One morning it just went kaput

Without giving any early warning

It did not wake up like always

Simply it stopped working…


Flabbergasted, I changed the battery

To inject new blood into its ailing artery

I prayed, I implored it to wake up

To give me thirty minutes for cleanups…


I was worried about my contacts

Losing those Whatsapp dirty pictures

I dread the mechanic would know

What I kept in my “religious” folders…


I had everything caged in my phone

My relations, my desires and my ambition

I felt as if part of me also died

The day my smartphone died…


© Sukanta ….2018