Digital Dilemma
And Yahoo too.
Looked at FAQs,
And failed.
So now I’m asking you.
When you delete words,
Backspace them, you know
Pausing over the ‘cut’ icon,
I wonder where they go?
As little zeroes and ones,
Do they simply float around?
Do they form self-help groups,
Are they gagged and bound?
I wonder if we could help them,
Redirect them to pages.
Put them up on e-bay,
Recycle them in stages.
Send cuss words to comics,
Adjectives to page three,
Scandalous ones to tabloids,
Misspelt ones come free.
Let’s create an ‘at’ address,
For alphabets cruelly cut
A perfect resting place
For every extra ‘and’ and ‘but’.
Labels: poetry
2 Comments:
Glad you finally got over them tech hurdles. And what a cool debut. More soon i hope? Maybe some of the stuff you read at Andheri?
This was just too good to be true!
I have a morbid fear of deleting words that have formed. Somehow feels like a betrayal to a new born!
Absolutely beautiful, mademoiselle. Absolutely beautiful!
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