“All the world's knowledge is now at our fingertips. But the same technology is robbing us of interpersonal relationships and deeper insights.” - By Poet I stretched my cupped hands, To hold the manna dropped from above. Through the gap between my fingers, Much of it leaked away. I deeply regretted my clumsiness, For wasting what I could have saved, As every drop of it being so precious. But soon I got over my remorse, As, I saw a dog licking it up, Appeasing its gnawing hunger. Thought of the poor Biblical Lazarus. Had Dives been extra careful, Not to drop even a crumb of bread He would have died of starvation! As this thought came to me, A new insight dawned on me. Letting go off was now easier. Slowly knew, there was greater pleasure, In sharing than in hoarding!
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