The Internet Age Poet Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
The Internet Age Poet
Without dipping the nib
Into the ink-pot,
Struggling to publish,
Doing the proof-reading,
Visiting the busty job press,
Without writing the manuscript,
Trying to save,
One now-a-days calls oneself a poet or a poetess
Sittingly
At home
Pressing the key board
Of the computer
Or the tab
To call oneself a published poet
In this internet age.
How true! Things have really changed within a short span of time. We all are witness to this metamorphosis. Thanks for sharing the poem.
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5/7/2024 10:24:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Well said dear poet, that is the spirit of time