It’s almost midnight.
I have a new picture
as my facebook profile.
On my lap
lies a story
from ‘Potpourri‘.
in ‘Love and Cricket’
where he meets his beloved Sushila
after more than a decade.
The notifications on the mobile disturb
their conversations of subtle love.
Rusty is glad
but Sushila looks sad,
There’s a non-stop buzz
The phone is such a fuss!
I wonder
would Rusty have been Ruskin
had love survived?
He tells me…
‘As someone better he may have thrived!’
He mounts on his bicycle to leave
as I close the book and read
a poem about love
in my facebook feed.
The notifications go on
but my mind is on Rusty
and I must pen a verse
about Sushila and he.
The last piece I wrote
fetched little likes and very few remarks,
But the poet must always
write despite flaks.
The rhyme is done
and now that the composition is there,
Finally for the notifications
I do care!
The profile picture has
over two hundred likes
Sixty comments in an hour
and several smiles.
I check back on Rusty and Me…
Unlike the picture
The poem lies quiet, slighted and unnoticed
in an unknown vicinity.
@Sonia Dogra
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Beautiful piece !
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Thank you my friend!
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Such a beautiful piece of work
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So glad you liked it Shantanu!
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My absolute pleasure
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Interesting interplay of social media and reading.
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Lovely 💕
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🙂
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