My Wife Slaved Me
My MacBook has a life
And its like my wife
we both love each other
It feels like touching a feather.
I just clicked the safari
All my favourites pop out
Inside my mind I fight
what to browse first.
I chose my mailbox then
Glance it like a lion in a den
Suddenly I think about a job portal
I Feel like as if Immortal.
On a spark, comes the online sale
Now am lost on a multi-mile
This gives me a bright big smile
But, I have nothing to buy.
My monkey mind hops again now
To a social network website – wow
Updates from friends, family and what not
The world now I have bought.
Flew are the hours, not more, but few
Am jumping to another website..
And crawling to another..
And another.. and another.
Now, I get to know
how my wife has slaved me
Still I love her.
Because –
I replied to an important mail,
I got my aspired job,
I contacted a long-lost buddy,
I drenched in today’s fashion,
I got to know this and
I got to know that..
Now you know what
I write about..!!
Without her, it feels like am lost..!!
I call her – “The Power of Internet”
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