Internet Is the Best I Bet

On those days, magazines would exist Innumerable writers used to contribute Ours mightn't appear for a long time We would look into the magazine sadly Great stalwarts would always succeed They would be lauded by many fans As we would get no chance to write Our talent would go fully unnoticed We would lose all the interest to write Our near and dear might make fun of us Our friends would admonish to just quit As they might find our agony a torture Even in our office magazines we will find Dirty politics playing a cruel game badly When will our write be seen by this World? This question would give us total dejection Those days are over due to Internet facility We can forward our poems to a famous site Pure democracy will be carefully maintained None will stop us if we are not offensive Giants will be there, but dwarfs like me Will be given a fair chance to display The best-possible-to-me ideas with hope Of course, many may not like it also Noble sites are there and some may vanish Great poems would be lost even in hundreds All our ambitions would be totally lost Still with great hope, we would proceed All our ideas would be gone and no safety But, that faith in the Lord will help us After prayer, we would post for bringing Peace and joy and happiness to readers Modern days have benefits and losses We must do our duty with maximum care God will take care of the rest surely Let us march to bring peace to all By digesting setbacks, we must toil One day, God will open our eyes And guide us toward glory and fame On that day, all laurels will arrive.