A pop alert: you’ve got a mail.
A blink on the answering machine
A sms. A missed call.
Few offliners on the messenger.
They blaringly state
That you thought of me, that you missed me!
Oh! What would we do without these contrivances?
How will we air, our real and imagined grievances?
Or lovingly express, all that we feel…
While you stay yonder,
On the other side of the world
And our hearts grow fonder
In bits and bytes, do we reveal
Secrets that, from others, we conceal.