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.
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