Now a days, I hardly hold a pen!
Only, finger clicks as much as I can! !
And out there, you all do the same!
The change is the new method and game! !
The place where I was born!
People used leaves, plated with carbon! !
Minor class was then the higher education!
Today, we got different level of graduation! !
We may go back to sounds, signals and dyes!
We may express wisdom in signs and in eyes! !
Do we need languages to reach around people!
Flutes, musical instruments been universal!
Too many languages, religions, nations, races!
Many men many minds bring unsolved cases! !
One day, artificial matters will be gone for ever! !
We will have then the 'heavenly state of Nature'! !
Ain't we getting different way of expression?
Every few years, old techniques get demolition!
Methods of Radio, TV, Audio, Video, record changer
Electronic media replaced manual and paper! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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