Now
They write it the post-cards,
Text they messages
From their mobile phone handsets,
Telephone they and talk to directly
Instead of the written words
Written as an address
And conveying to,
E-mail they.
The death of the post-card
In this way
I could not have imagined
As such,
Sometimes in the past
The post-man used to throw away
To lighten the load or burden of delivery,
Pending as for a strike.
But now if the tower signals,
Can connect to,
The message will reach definitely,
But for the post-card
It may reach or not
Or sometimes miraculously,
The vintage post-card
Struggling to survive
Or to go extinct.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem