OMNI PRESENCE
V. Lalitha Kumari
Once the word ‘cell’ caused great fear
Now it sounds like music to the ear
For many it has become so dear
That they always keep it very near
The tiny gadget called a mobile
Can prove to be a thing volatile
In the present day it defines one’s style
The owner doesn’t part with it even for a while.
It can be of use in a Waterloo;
It may make its way into a loo
As it sticks to one like glue;
And its lure is spreading like flu.
What our brother West spits we chew
We take it as wisdom and virtue
We must stop hugging all that is new
Our age – old values we should renew.