When ago few days dark i felt to think that he
Was now certain to be far out of my reach
And no longer deigns to reply to me,
A sudden burst of vigorous 'mobile-speech'
Lightened the gloom around the late morning tea
And repaired what proved a passing breach!
So now reflecting on his habit to flee,
And asking "What does the experience teach?",
I surmise he'd like less talk of me than Mi,
Oppo, or Gionee, and not me being a leech
Attaching like the worm to ankle or knee.
So be it then, whenever i feel the eetch,
We'll gossip on nooz of today's telephonee!
On that happy note ends my rhymy speech!
Sanjib Basu 