When the mind is saturated,
With too much of information,
The writers crystallize their thoughts,
The new ideas are born in delight,
Crystals may have the edges of sharp end,
Mostly pierce open the ignorant mind,
Those who are addicted to the read,
Can’t cover it with a few simple shots,
Constant supply of information is sought,
This addiction can’t be cured.
well-said, this addiction cannot be cured, and, i think it does not need to be cured...this Industry where writers and readers are manufactured will keep on flourishing more than ever before...the image of the crystallizing of thoughts is truly a poetic image...a good read, indeed! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Both from different ends of the spectrum and yet symbiotic.good write, tyfs