The heart hums like a refrigerator on contented days,

And tension screech beeps like an inverter on low power.


Happiness comes rushing like the wrap of cool airconditioning on a hot summer day

Joy bubbles over like an electric kettle.


Hope bursts upon like a thousand watt bulb,

And dull drudgery flickers like a tubelight with a faulty choke.


Ideas rush through like a high powered bike.


And they say technology has killed poetry?