Public Phone

A handset torn in two
Red colour it is
Hanging hapless, helpless
In a twist by its frame
The victim of a fragmented heart?
If only the handset will talk
A million secrets it will spew forth
A thousand Hearts shamed and spurned
A million ideas for novels and movies born
A telephone coin box cracked open
A hundred coins stolen
The victim of a desperate vandal?
The public phones, an authority's
Effort to get folks connected
Enduring all their whims and fancies
Their conditions telling tales
Of their mental health

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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