A warehouse of information,
a godown of electronic food grain,
with coagulated chips of telecommunication,
an instrument for incessant chat,
engraved with multiple numerals,
bold print of manufacturing firms,
dangling spirals of entwined rubber,
sealed to resistant cushioned plugs,
with shiny screw fasteners,
riveting a jugglery of charged fiber nodules,
entrapping signal waves from thick steel transmission cables,
interlocked with an array of codal communication,
bustling with feverish jingling activity,
piercing the air with melodious sounds,
flexing electronically configured vocal chords,
at instants of finger flesh,
in close proximity with protuberant plastic.
a pagan for exchanging emotions,
far distance business notes,
acclimatizing rural masses with marvels of electronic revolutions,
spanning unprecedented breadths of the countryside,
encompassing infinite habitats of survival,
with threads of indispensable sophistication.
an enviable transmitter of the human voice,
crowned as the electronic emperor
with a life span of more than a century,
and a gentle river of dial tone,
is what the telephone's all about.
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