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title: "Mobile"
id: 93slug: "mobile"
category: "Poetry"
description: "Its 3 in the morning, in sleep I stir
 Cognizance of reality is hard to occur
I laboriously squint, trying to know the time
 An interrupted sleep!?- I hate me for my crime"
canonical_url: "https://infosaurs.com/poetry/mobile/93"
date_published: "2020-08-17T00:00:00+00:00"
last_modified: "2020-08-17T00:00:00+00:00"
entity_type: "Person"
publisher: "INFOSAURS Media AG"
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---

# Mobile
**Registry Identifier:** Record #000093  
**Archival Track:** Verified Biographical Dossier  
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**Last Verified:** August 17, 2020
> Its 3 in the morning, in sleep I stir
 Cognizance of reality is hard to occur
I laboriously squint, trying to know the time
 An interrupted sleep!?- I hate me for my crime
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**Mobile**

******- by [Lalit Naidu](https://m.facebook.com/Hari.Das420)********

It^/s 3 in the morning, in sleep I stir  
Cognizance of reality is hard to occur  
I laboriously squint, trying to know the time  
An interrupted sleep!?- I hate me for my crime  
My hand combs carelessly, feeling around  
With great efforts sleepy, the phone is found  
I pick up the cell, near my heart, to keep  
Reunited with my life, I re-enter my sleep

  
It^/s this intimacy which makes everything worthwhile   
It^/s, for the phone mobile,  this love  immobile

It houses our friends, general knowledge, our art and our science  
Multi-tasks, Multi-dimensions, It^/s a medley of million minds  
Never-ending fascinations, Infinite possibilities- A self-sufficient world of its own  
A Disneyland amid chaos is our dear darling phone  
Amid billion reasons to sob, it is reason trillion to smile  
It^/s, for the phone mobile,  this love  immobile  
    
With some greasy stuff the screen is clogged  
With this thing unclean, my peace is blocked  
I pick a velvet and mop the glass  
Restoring it back to its elegance and class  
A stray scratch on the screen, refuses to part  
Leaving behind a deep hole in my heart  
In some moment  inopportune, my fate stands appalled  
When my ^/larger than life^/ phone makes a face-first fall  
Never to be refixed, the screen is now 100 parts  
And into tens of thousands of pieces, lies shattered my heart(s)  
Like the first love ^/o  
Only^/, irreplaceable- which was this phone  
Gets substituted by one far better,  before the absence is even known

It^/s almost midnight, and I^/m almost set for sleeping  
There^/s still a force mysterious, from sleeping,  me it^/s keeping  
I visit, revisit and keep revisiting; like some revered biblical verses  
I stroll the timeless and endless, cellphone-ly multi-verses 

With the motherly companion on my side, I doze with a baby smile  
It is indeed a lullaby; for mobile, the love immobile  
Like the relation between nippled bottle, And a suckling child  
It^/s, for the phone mobile,  this love immobile  
It^/s, for the phone mobile,  this love immobile

All Credit Goes to Lalit Naidu**

**His Facebook Id: [Lalit Naidu](https://m.facebook.com/Hari.Das420)**

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