Internet - Poem by K.S.Subramanian Subramanian
We sail from one net to the other,
Unfolding a leaf of the unknown;
Knowledge springs from womb of pain
as those on its crest would aver.
Days are gone when morn dailies
Unmasked a mélange of action;
Its nuances stirred a chord in none,
City dwellers ruing static salaries.
Yet work is on to sift a new horizon.
Those on the crest rest not in peace.
Now the world in the eye of the mouse,
Each tucked away in a cocoon.
Yet Nature’s incense stirs a reverie
when she croons a tuneful melody.
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