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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.

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