When you jump through the sad and happy clouds,
To reach my heart as the news, don’t you feel tired?
When you fight with the troubling waves,
To reach my internet port, don’t you feel exhausted?
When you pass through the printers,
To reach me as the paper, don’t you feel suffocated?
When you climb into the mind,
To reach me as the gossip, aren’t you ashamed?
Ashamed is true. Gossip must stop. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
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You have spoken about information reaching you through four different means-ethereal, submarine cables, print media and gossips. Your thoughts on the last one are truly amusing. Greetings for a very happy new year and best wishes...