Hand Cell...

You get addicted

You get diverted

Obstacle between you and yourself

You lose hope

You despair

Later... but why?

Coz you spent your time using it unnecessarily

Not just old

But more do young

Fancy, attractive

Makes you foolish...

Having it in your hand

A few more will always remain a few more

Unless you learn its importance

Wonder if it’s a drug

More powerful than wine or alcohol

Which slays you to be your friend

But is that really so?

Seconds get converted to minutes

Further minutes to hours

Yet our tummy never gets satisfied!

It devastates you

Unless you finally devastate it

Nevertheless

It’s not always bad

Yet at times it acts as your companion

But never always

Of which myth you live in