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I recall, to our life when she came— 
In early nineties one unknown day, 
Few did know for long years: who she was— 
Her mission, and what she wished to do, 
And someone called it an Info Age: 
Internet, e-mails and e-media— 
Some of them more social than are ants, 
In tone and temper unfairly free— 
And info-knowledge spread sans limit, 
But in just two decades we feel drowned. 

Overload of info, opinions: 
Social sites tweeting, tubes, sundry sites, 
Searching sites, kindling books, what not apps, 
Bits and bytes gagging us over board! 
An ocean of Info, every shade, 
Informing less and confusing more, 
Now telling, and contradicting then; 
But time was we had next to nothing. 
Bits, bytes, nor statistics info is, 
Nor info knowledge is— never was. 

News nigh fake, more of views than are news, 
Far from truth, confuse more than give clues, 
Verified by none but someone's whim, 
Twenty four by seven, news and news! 
Ignorance a maiden of pure bliss, 
No one has questioned camouflaged views, 
Neut media morphing unto sour dream, 
Even views are now of varied hues—
Fruits of a fertile mind, partial pen, 
Better was bliss of ignorant Zen! 

Ere, soul of Info to inform was. 
And inform it sure did without doubt, 
Today it seems to drown us in doubt, 
I doubt if the curious little bird, 
Even if ravenous hungry is, 
I f any a worm would ever catch! 
Time was when info an asset was, 
And people hungered for a bare byte. 
From heaps of husk and shells, piles of chaff, 
It is hard today to garner grain. 

Maiden sure  she’s no doubt, no more shy, 
Like peels of onions she hides nigh! 
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    Happenings | 16.03.2017 | 
Poet’s note: This piece is not a typical ode. It is nine syllabic three feet anapaest, and largely a blank verse.
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