THE WORLD OF TELEVISION THROUGH MY EYES

sudarshan

You leave us with little vision,

Oh yes, you’re the Television,

Day and night my eyes I strain,

My parents say you are a pain.

 

All the time I squint and cry,

Gazing hard with a big eye,

Mother yells and father screams,

But everything passes as if a dream.

 

I want to yell at you, oh TV,

But what to do, you have my favorite, Channel V

You have so many attractive ads,

I can’t stop seeing you, Oh TV.

 

But if you were not invented,

It would have been better.

I would write an objection to the inventor,

To make you instead a computer.

 

  • Author: SUDARSHAN (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 7th, 2011 01:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: A POEM WRITTEN YESTERDAY.
  • Category: Children
  • Views: 53
  • Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy
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  • Cheeky Missy

    Fun....interesting, enjoyable expression of the television's significance. Quite comprehensive, and so perfectly descriptive of it. Your concluding lines are also only too fitting seeing the computer is too similar with a more interactive touch, as we see here. Excellent!!! I quite enjoyed it!

  • sudarshan

    THANK YOU.

    KINDLY GO THROUGH MY NEXT POEM.

  • Soumita Sarkar

    Alas!.........u wont find the inventor.........but a good narration of a status infected by television.........u r the victim beyond repair.........GOOD!



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