Sms

We text love Text we hate We transmit feelings Transmit we abuse Don’t you kiss her textually Only to amuse? Sennacherib emerged on the banks of Nokianvarta And with his royal-rage cellular Encaged the runner-Hezekiah And sealed the fate of post offices forever! The handset, a giant miniaturized for your palm Keeps you composed and calm Ethero-numerically couriering your personal psalm. O bonsied rectangular giant Imprisoned in the cellular container You have rendered surface mail redundant You have made defunct the iconic runner A whole tribe you have buried and the letter. O digital Aladin’s lamp Your service of the thousand years Your multi-task Janus-runner static Frowns at letters as ‘snail mail’ and old pedantic Making the warm, emotion-soaked letters dodoic. No more does Pamela ink her pangs and passion She just keys-in and presses ‘send’ button. Now Obama texts, Putin texts And Modi texts and ‘mudi’ texts Lover texts and hater texts You text, they text and I text With or without pretext. And hence Carolus Lineous From the other end of the horizon On a new echelon Puts the *****erectus- *****sapiens, the *****textus.