Typo and Autocorrect
Typo and Autocorrect
How many times, I ask thee,
Have thou glared at the tiny screen
Fretting over the tiny typo
Disrupting thy eloquent speech?
Or perhaps, thy day
Has been too packed and occupied
For thee to think and overthink
About these silly things like me
And then again, I ask thee,
About the times thou hast been grateful
(As thy fingers raced across the keyboard; tap-tap-tap)
For thy saviour- Autocorrect?
As thy finish typing out
That peroration at last
(Oh so fluent!)
Does it occur to thy mind
Of these fleeting mistakes of thine?
Or perhaps, thy day
Has been too packed and occupied
For thee to think and overthink
About these silly things like me
Perhaps in the rat race somewhere
Thou lost thy true self
And the mask of thy "virtual" form
Was thy only presence left...
In the complex world of mistakes
And the tangled forms of right and wrong
The yearning of an "autocorrect"....
In the brutal reality of life
(Does that bring forth a suppressed desire...?)
Or perhaps, thy day
Has been too packed and occupied
For thee to think and overthink
About these silly things like me