Poetry from Wazed Abdullah

Young South Asian boy with short black hair and a light blue collared shirt.
Wazed Abdullah

Mobile Phone
 
In hand it rests, a portal bright, 
With every tap, it brings delight. 
Sent, calls so clear, 
The mobile phone, our modern seer. 
From dawn to dusk, it never tires, 
Connecting us with all desires. 
In a frame, a world's embrace, 
Our mobile phone, a magic space.

Wazed Abdullah is a student of grade nine in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.