Switched on the phone
Put the cards away
Switched off the TV
Even Newspapers not permitted
To come my way…….

B’coz I am on phone
And not even listening to
Any melodious ringtone/ singtone
No contests…no home loan…..

Speaking to a fairy
A beautiful child
A dream….my very own..
On the other END of phone…

Her words are pure joy…
Her eyes glittering Gems
As if sparkling dreams ,.for her,
Have been especially flown….

Into her sleepy eyes
I slip in, few lovely dreams
As she smiles in her sleep
Holding her little gizmo…phone

Good night my sweet child
Let your worries be blown!
 

~Papa's Thoughts.com~

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