Touch it, with finger, and same old.
Shout 'Hey Google' and it will work.
What next?
Will you kiss it too?
Like a lover, in a mall.
When both study each other
Down to each eye movements.
You tell each other your secrets,
And promise to keep it so,
And in the nights,
When you stare at each other
With blank eyes
Holding its face with both hands
Is it love? Or just Utility?
And what if one distant day,
You realize,
You don't want to be together anymore.
You replace it, with someone new.
And it just lies in a corner,
Or maybe switch owner.
And then you will meet again,
One day perhaps
By chance or mishaps
And you will recognize it.
But the question is, will it recognize you?
