My fon displays the moon-phase
& instructs me where to drive
how manifold this boon! praise
it earns each day I'm alive
My fon brings me my friends' news
& the global news as well
it can sound out Johnson's blues
& GPS Dante's hell
My fon spans seven planes &
fathoms Brahma-Vishna-Shiv
it submits to Allah's plan
in its heart (I so believe)
Yet it dumbly refuses to spiel
Baba's silence-breaking! what's the deal?
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