Poems by Anisha Gulati

Technology

a poem by

Anisha Gulati

A plastic disc can change my mood
A plastic card can buy me food
A plastic box to capture memories
Press a plastic button for some cool breeze
Plastic flowers with plastic dew
They are plastic words I hear from you
A plastic screen when I get bored
A plastic Ad and you get lured
A plastic capsule to make me well
A plastic bottle with a plastic smell
A plastic needle with a plastic thread
Plastic thoughts when I go to bed
A plastic tube when I get breathless (Inhaler)
A plastic hook for my plastic dress
A plastic prayer for a plastic God
Do you have a plastic heart o lord?

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