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English Poetry |
In my cosy cabin
when I go through
various websites
and facebookgroups
millions of thoughts
and ideas flash in
my mind and eyes.
Suddenly I hear
a feeble voice, somewhere,
whispering “scroll down,
scroll down” leaving
no time for the brain
to filter and save them;
Days end storing no valuables.
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Beautiful;.Liked very much.
In today’s situation we just continue to hastily browse & go on UN-mindfully scrolling down without any proper attention to what is in the front with flickering mind preoccupied with God even doesn’t know ” what.” 🙂
Rush, rush rush.
That is the bane of the modern world of hi fi technology.
Kusum
Vishvji n Kusumji;
Thank you so much for
lovely comments.
A very apt picture you create here. Yes scroll, scroll and do no more.
Thanks, Soni.
Creativity , imagery
yes
a nice poem