Virtually trapped


Tap tap the keypad types
Im tired still its spinning my lies.

Need sleep, need peace
The keypad won’t stop
Need space, need me
It swears: “Last post”.

And while I’m trapped
Owned by my own phone
The spring breeze slaps
The flowers on the tree near lamp-post.

And as I stay drenched
In the computer screen’s light
There’s three quarters of moon
Reflecting light bright and white.

And as my phone sends another emoticon
A few emotional poems in me, sigh, and move on.

Aprajita Rana


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