Automatic goes the world
right from the entrance
gate to the kitchen
gadgets kick off.
It is very little we do,
even so. become
exasperated
at the end of the day.
Happened so last evening
my auto gate refused to open
however much I pressed
the switch and the remote button
Unable to go out, I relax
thanking the stars
for making me
to stay inside.
Imagining the plight
I would be, if I had
ventured out, I shudder,
No roof over my head.
I called the technician
who promised to come
the next afternoon. The scope
of traffic turns bleak.
it is an experience really
to be with my books
and music. Another gadget.
the mobile. extends my reach.
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