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.
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