The Journey Without My Phone!

Just an hour to my boring bus journey had passed by,

Where next to me sat a handsome bookworm.

My discharged phone could narrate well that pain,

The way I was getting drained!

No music for my eardrums,

Nor anyone to pay heed to my chit-chat.

Even, outside the window all what seemed,

Was alike some 70s bollywood movie being screened!

Four hours had already elapsed,

And a hectic 8-hour journey was yet to be done.

Though the bus driver was in all his strength,

I couldn’t feel covering that distance even one-tenth!

What an addict I have become to my phone,

Was something this tour made me realize.

When it was left with zero percent battery,

Seeming as if honey bee is dragged away from jaggery!

And all that way I kept cursing myself,

For how could I miss out keeping the charger.

Ironically, for these few hours it seemed my lifeline,

Which could have certainly been my best pastime!

Yet, back again to that scholarly guy,

I wished at least he popped out of his book and gossiped.

Even if it was about birds, sky or the autumn,

I only needed someone to get me rid of that boredom!