Ting ting came the notification sound,
My hands moved all around
To see the notification and the message;
Later my mind reported it savage.
This play of messaging again started;
Eternity of sounds could not be thwarted;
My hand replied in the company of my mind,
Then i realised it was already the time to dine.
I had the dinner and talked a little,
But the conversation proved to be too brittle.
Again came a popup sound,
My hands moved again all round.
I went to bed with the notification carrier.
This phone became a barrier
To all the happiness and laughter,
Which i would not have ever after.
The day ended so as the conversations,
But the phone didn't stop sending notifications.
I sulked into the bed with heavy eyes,
But the phone again sent a bundle of cries.
My mind revolted against the sounds,
But my hands again started taking rounds.
These sound never ended until the death,
But started again on someone other's phone-
A mere carrier of bubble mirth.