Saturday, December 12, 2009

New Age

A jovial blinking cursor
On a screen from Dark Age,
Lost its abode to the geeks
As they rode windows rage.

Padmini and the Ambassador
Lost their long held ground
When the economic Alexanders
Rode the crusade home bound.

Graham’s wired communicator
Was stripped and chopped of size,
Vocal chords offered rest
Formatted letters curt precise.

Similes and metaphors may
Enlist umpteen specimens
But with ethical transcendence
Nothing has changed like men

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