Don't weave on my skin, <br />As it has the node of buds in, <br />Weaving may be too cool, <br />When the buds start to sprawl, <br />Scribble on my screen, <br />The naughty look in your eyes, <br />Neatly modified to your whim, <br />You are I are made for fun, <br />When I hear your heart beat, <br />When I smell your arm pit, <br />When I am slipped on the road side, <br />When I am drowned in the wash basin, <br />When I am overcharged and feel the heat, <br />When I am out of charge and in dark, <br />When I am post and pre paid, <br />When I have no balance to touch your ears, <br />When I am slammed for no apparent reason, <br />I look at your face with tearless signals.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hand-and-a-phone/
