As scientist search other planets for water,
I think about Indian villages which don't have drinking water.
Astronomical research what is its utility?
Except for telecom services everything else is futility!
Money spend on space expeditions and exploring,
Should be diverted to masses whose conditions are deploring.
Even if we do find extraterrestrial life, Goldilocks zone,
What will be the benefits? Will we ever live in those zones?
Water and air are getting polluted every day,
Government is doing nothing to stop it in any way.
Let's address real problems here on earth,
Instead of spending money on what lies beyond earth!
21st March 2021
Inspired by Goldilocks Zone Contest of Anthony Biaanco
Categories:
telecom, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
In annals of history this has happened many times
Against masses men in power have done many crimes
Sufferers lament over it as they struggle every day
If they unite and fight better future before them lay
Huge population against few men in power
Common man can easily beat they have greater manpower
Next time don't just sit and blame
A revolution of masses set aflame
Modern means of telecom are at your feet
Take up leadership, you can achieve great feat
Fight against wrong for the good of all
If you mobilize masses, on your feet victory will fall.
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First position in Brain strand competition
Categories:
telecom, 10th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Connecting through a myriad of sites
Information at the press of a button
Presto, life made simple.
But who can handle this overload
Facebook, Twitter, Linked In, WhatsApp
Am I losing my sense of wholeness
Its time for a Telecom De- Addiction
And Log into Divine Connectivity.
Categories:
telecom, internet,
Form: Free verse
I see seven point two billion lonely souls,
Like the black colour of the coal.
Pretending to walk together with other souls,
But I see seven point two billion lonely souls.
Soulmate, yeah searching that one soul,
Like the prepaid telecom,
That is why I see seven point two billion lonely souls.
Seven point two billion lonely souls,
Walking, Running, Fighting, Crying, Kicking, Punching.
The struggle of time.....
I see lovely seven point two billion lonely souls.
Playing with joy,
That they really love other souls,
I see some that kind of souls,
In their oh… journey beautiful,
Spreading perfume of love.
Though, I see lonely seven point two billion souls.
Yeah I see seven point two billion lonely souls,
Pretending to reside inside a bone and heart,
Cage of soil, some iron casting mould.
But they are lonely seven point two billion souls.
Travelling from infinity to infinity
Seven point two billion lonely souls.
When you are in a mood to write but no subject is coming to your mind...Then suddenly you see people walking...then make them subject. Forced attempt..haha?
Categories:
telecom, philosophy, poetry,
Form: Lyric
THEY SAID BY THIS TIME WE WOULD
ALL HAVE CHIPS IN OUR HANDS
Sharp- tack like. Smart- in the way of the whip.
Not just another pretty face
Another prepay throwaway phone number
A melting face scorching heat summer
This deity of feminine endings
A portable telecom utilize powered solar waves
Sentience to embrace
Not just a common *****
Romance to begin
A deathly contentment witch
Cellular radio telephonic device
Your fate dwells depending
A sentence to this
Sewn on Siamese twin
A human centipede stitch
To connect via radio frequency
All these men a chip in their hand?
The chips already there
They hold it everyday
And Candy-crush
Facebook
Angry-birds
Zombies of hypnotic freemium turds
They have implanted the chip
You swore you never would succumb
It is either attached to your hip
Or glued to your thumbs
In irony
(Zombie gardening apt analogy)
Categories:
telecom, angst, people, science, science
Form: Limerick
Disconnected
We all are so Disconnected
In this world of Wireless Telecom
The Internet and the Dot com
Yet Everyone remains frustrated
We have trains planes boats and cars
Yet we remain so far
We live with the passing hours
Become a part of the system so far
Forgetting someone has become so easy
Even though he/she exists in my family
All it takes is a phone call
Yet we just take it easy
Meeting the one’s only on certain occasions
Missing the opportunity will relate to forgetfulness
Making 500 friends on facebook is easy
Making an effort to keep in touch is not a necessity??
Why move on when you cant carry on
Why say Yes when you cant accept
Why hear when you cant listen
Hypocrisy reigns in every segment of life
It is a fact, which we just don’t realize
Staying connected is just simple
All it takes is a click of a button
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You can find Distance in my book of poems "labyrinth
on---http://www.amazon.com/Labyrinth-Mustafah-Mun/dp/1409285251/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1252381235&sr=1-1
Categories:
telecom, life
Form: Lyric