Virtual Work Poem by Pallab Chaudhury

Whenever I go to sleep, I keep my cell phone
On the top of a table with silent mode ON.
I get her back right when my eyes re-open.
On entering into a chat, I go to a room soon
And don't want too, to go the other way round.
My hands and feet move on of their own; I find
As if, someone passes lonely in somnambulism;
And awake up as it hits an object of the room!

The time of call is being noted in my mind.
I like to call back over phone, but I can't find!
Later, I get her nearby when I imagine.
Oh! This is the way it passes the whole of my time!
Having such thoughts, a poet could've been blessed.
Thus, I see the net result as ZERO by the day end.


Dated:24-09-2017.