Waste Paper Basket

And what else is the world? A magazine published by the nature! Writers send their short stories, poets send their poems, editors sort out the better ones, and publish it, but most of the writes are thrown in the waste paper basket, below the table, in the morning a sweeper comes, takes many poems and stories with him. And when chief editor calls a meeting, to discuss the reasons as to why magazine is not getting the sufficient number of adds the poor editors just read names of the writers and poets, and if these names are familiar to them, they keep their works and throw the rest in basket for the sweeper. They have to do their home work, to find excuses for decreasing popularity of the magazine. A few editors are fired, A few new appointments are made. But the commercial world is running in the same old manner, and it will run like this, until nature throws it in a waste paper basket! The only difference I see, The chief editor of the magazine is also dispensable. But chief editor of the world is not as he is the owner too!