Papyrus Vs Blogs

Don’t be nervous, Nor do you grieve, Oh, Bard, soothe , In life’s destined gloom. True, Callous have ages been, To man and beast the same. Often did he trample, Many a mass massively. Leaving no marks Of compassion , Still, in papyrus Did he found The last bliss . Moods, thoughts, Passions and instincts Had its due blend In pure minds, For meager words To turn immortal, For Monuments to dare The time untamed. On the chariot Of savage sayings Did his emotions migrate Meandering mind-miles. Still do they remain Fluttering as flags Lauding slogans Of daring insights, While the instant blog Maggots do bud And vanish In the fleeting digital rut. Moon has lost Her bashful silver, Swallows and cuckoos, Linnets and Jai birds, All have their songs In tone so feeble On the banks Of bleeding brooks.