MyPhone…
My phone is my diary,
As it possesses most of my memories,
When I feel pain,
I write on it time and again.
When I am in love,
I capture the clouds,
And write a verse,
Sending through my phone to the universe.
It connects me to my people,
And it is where my Gods dwell like in temple,
My phone accompanies me when I am alone,
As sings me a heartwarming songs.
My phone sleeps with me at night,
Giving birth to radiance of lights,
Positivity we share together,
And in unity we ramble further.
My phone wakes me and my thoughts,
In my darker part of life it torches,
My way and pulls me to its light,
Together we always play a melodic fight.
©® Bagawath Bhandari
WIP ADMINISTRATOR
BHUTAN
