Bijay Kant Dubey


Now The Post-Cards Come They Not/ The Vintage Post-Card - Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: art


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 5, 2015



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