Grief Of The Cell Poem by Sasikala Kamandula

'I'm a poor mobile, tiny and cute,
Nothing but work, all around the clock.
In and out, day and night,
Constant fight with no break;

Play or work, knowledge and fun,
Smile or wail, health or wealth,
Voice beyond the seas of your kith and kins.
Posed to continuous buzz,
Yet, a soul companion giving you a fuzz!

A tiny slave yet no blood and flesh;
But alas! You both quarrel
And vent out on me anger,
Dash me to ground and break my bones:

Inhuman humans, selfish species,
Oh, I'm stuck, in your crazy selfish digital grind,
Oh, I'm exhausted, my battery's done!
I yearn for peace, a simpler time,

No emails, no texts, just a gentle chime!
A tiny cell, with a big complaint to find!
Longing for peace, my energy to quell!