#‎Day7_Respect‬

You wake up to her cry
Try to snooze away but she keeps trying
Trying to have you hold her, talk to her, talk with her
How you ask?
She gives you the world and a lot more for you to add
To your solitude since that is how small your circle has become
But with her you are fulfilled
She loves it when you touch her
Swipe her dress to ogle at her lingerie
For here the entire world comes to bring their folly
They troop in masses to pin their notices
Of how well or not life is treating them
They feel free having their linen out here
You hesitate!
Cover her up hurriedly to answer a call
A call of nature, she speaks to you, you speak through her
Then you rest your anxiety and keep swiping, touching
Tapping...
But it is only a phone
Your phone, her phone, his phone and every other phone
Taking you to a world of information
Laying all the good and bad to you in split seconds

This is the information era
Like the other eras past, we live for now
But we are alone with ourselves to talk to
Our only source of comfort...
The numerous networks we frequent to seek relief
Do we understand what we have?
It's not bad!
It all depends on how you treat her
Hold her messages dear for she has quite a bit to deliver
Sometimes good but often bad, she gives you the power of choice.
Respect your willpower
She is only a phone But a ruthless wife!

©Krv_060616