An Addiction

Ringing with a ting

Sitting idle as a king, 

Conquering us into its universe

It's threatening to become a curse. 

Tying your hands

And enslaving your souls to these bands, 

Not letting you escape

Wrapping around you like a cape. 

Bringing you closer to the person far away

But taking you away from the person sitting beside you whole day, 

People are prisoners to their phones

Trapped under these like skin and bones.

Phones are taking away our time

Making us an actor of mime, 

So let's make a lot of memories

Setting our mind at ease, the truest remedies.