In the palm of our hands, a world unfolds,
A portal to voices, both distant and near,
Whispering tales that technology holds,
Binding us close, yet sowing fear.

With every touch, a universe we explore,
Messages dance on the screen’s gentle glow,
Yet in the noise, silence we implore,
Seeking solace in the digital flow.

Faces seen through a pixelated veil,
Smiles and laughter, captured and shared,
Yet beneath the surface, emotions frail,
A longing for touch, unspoken, bared.

O cell phone, companion of night and day,
You weave our stories in threads of light,
But in your glow, may we not lose our way,
Yearning for real stars, beyond your sight.