“DIGITAL LETTER”

It is too late
for a worthy thought
To jot down.
Each and every atom 
of refined cellulose
has been stuffed by the graffito.
Black-boards have no space,
Crumbled with the script 
Having no mean repute syndrome.
spikelet shall be impregnated
with the integrated circuit 
and peas with diodes.
Our progenies will be astonished
after hearing the story of mulberries,
Strawberry orchards
and the mango tree,
Which will be tilted
By the weight of optical mouses
And barks--
Camouflaged with mouth pad.
Heart will be succumbed by brain
And emotions by the software commands.
Forget about carbohydrates and proteins
And be ready 
To digest, Silicon and Germanium,
Mind it---It is not a furphy
In the next galaxy
We will be trying to cultivate
The real flora and fauna
With protoplasm.
Only then, we will have
Enough cellulose to make 
Non-digital sheets of
White paper.

Then we will try
To jot down worthy thoughts.
But guess! who shall be spared?
By the paradox of machine language
And the monotonous labyrinth of
Control Alt and Delete----.
At the dooms day,
The boy will tell to her girlfriend----
Sorry dear, I cannot--I feel hanged
Running out of memory---
Heat sink is melting---
I must share
That you have a different operating system
Than mine and it does not support too
My hardware-------

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