Robot,press cell # 1
By evergreens
In the bright morn sunlight, People scurrying down the street Eyes unseeing and lips tight- Cellphone glued to the ear. Look up at the face Say,"Good morning!" and smile; Untethered electronic voice Is increasingly becoming a vice! Net chat,email,voice mail and what not? Human alienation is rather complete- Cyber revolution is great; The unintended fallout is bitter! Penned mail has its flavour, Personal touch has no match! Have self-imposed technology limit Tame the cyber-storm,save future!Penned mail has an aroma of a special kind! Electronic gadgets have taken the fun out of letter writing; Fellow poets,if you care for a pen mail,why not,write a mail to: K.M.G.Vivekanandam,P.O.box #1,Tiruparan kundram,Madurai.625005,India. Written December 23rd, 2001 © on Dec 22 2001 08:24 PM PST, Vivekanandam K.M.G. 18 • 0 • 9
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"In the bright morn sunlight,..."