Communication
Friend of mine,
This form of communication...
May not be best.
As,
You are there with your styrofoam cup
And,
Here I am with mine..
There's so much string in between
And, sometimes..
Signals get crossed,
Messages blurred.
Though,
I must say..
This is better than the smoke signals
You've sent earlier
My way.
And, my use of ESP
Did neither of us any good..
You didn't get my messages.
And,
I was left with severe headaches
From
Trying to concentrate.
Now,
I hear carrier pigeons are all the rage!
But,
We'd have to take time to train them..
And, build our own pigeon coops
I know for a while there..
We were both considering
Morris Code.
But, that's all together another language
Neither of us has the time to learn.
Don't you wish we could just speak plainly?
Would that really be so bad?
Have you heard of this fellow,
Bell, I believe his name is..
Alexander Graham Bell.
He's come up with a contraption
That could save us from the frustration
Of mixed messages
And wires getting crossed
Of being confused.
Now,
I understand his gadget works VERY well..
As long as you say what you mean
And mean what you say..
Think about it friend,
This may be a way.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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