MOBILE PHONE

by Vinodkumar Edachery

With beaming pride
And unconcealed joy
Placed in the hands of my daughter
A high-tech mobile phone
With ultra- modern
Camera facilities

The comforts
I never knew
In my childhood
My daughter should enjoy
Was my only thought.

Traps flew to her
Like honeyed  words.
Soon Wail came running
Cutting off all services
To burst into tears
At the end of a rope.