Ode in Morse Code

When the humble postcard or inland letter

Were used to share or exchange our longer views,

The arrival of a telegram would send hearts racing

And if the postman showed you the ‘X’ or ‘XX’,

The faint hearted would faint before he broke the news!

If you are “Midnight’s Children” plus or minus ten,

You must’ve seen this scene in countless movies then.


Not long after we got hold of electricity,

In 1837, Samuel Morse brought in telegraphy,

Two decades later, wires on poles were strung,

From Calcutta to Alipore; soon after more were flung,

To Bombay and Madras, then Delhi and beyond,

Since then, electric telegraphy has buzzed with activity,

Reaching out to millions for much over a century!


The cruel (or blessed) March of Time, relentless,

Picks up its victims, randomly or with logic refined,

But for this certainty, life could be quite eventless,

Wireless, then Internet kept telegraphy confined,

We used it less and less but remember, nevertheless,

The dread or the joy that telegrams divined,

That they had to go, quietly, is history nonetheless!


When the signal finally went out, 3 dots, 3 dashes,

Dot, dot, dot

There were no takers left,

Communication technology had moved,

A Lot, lot, lot



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  1. says: raja

    Witty and so much on dot. Bye the way hope you must be aware that the telegram services has been discontinued recently.

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