“The Drawer of the Doomed (but Maybe Useful) Cords”A Poem by Neha agrawal(An Unexpected Tribute in Rhyme)
Beneath the socks and birthday wrap,
Lies tech’s forgotten maps, A drawer of cords long and curled, The chaos hub of a modern world. A jungle dense with wire and plug, Each one a twist, coil and shrug. Some old, some new, some just bizarre, Like relics from a USB market. A cable once from Dad’s old phone, Now orphaned frayed and all alone. A charger that lit up your drone, Until it flew into the unknown. A mystery cord black, short and flat, We all keep one… what is that? An HDMI with golden tips, Tied in knots like licorice whips. Some speak of ports we’ve never seen, Of gadgets lost in time’s machine. Firewire? Mini B? Oh no" It’s like a museum in retro flow. Why toss them out? What if, one day, A lost device comes back to play? And you, the hero, find the cord, And tech is saved! And joy restored! You puff your chest, “I knew it’d fit!” While everyone else just rolls and sits. They mocked your drawer"“It’s junk! It’s trash!” But now it’s earned its grandest flash. So here's to cables, random, bold, To things we keep but never hold. To that one wire from twenty-ten, That might be useful once again. For in this mess, we keep our past" In ports and plugs that didn’t last. Yet deep inside, we all adore… That sacred, tangled, tech junk drawer. © 2025 Neha agrawalReviews
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