New Look

M Mahtab Bangalee Mahtab Bangalee
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We are, the poetic society, like nature It's growing up, growing old from the ancient platform to medieval, modern to postmodern Everything on the far side is now, very near, in a fist of hand, on the palm everything is, in a technological little box For the blessings of science every obscure thing is crystal clear like the falling fountain stream, monsoon rain Since January 15,2018, I'm here, on the biggest online literary stage PoemHunter is the wisest phrase Maybe, it crossed every old shattered hindrance wall of technology And now, it wears the new blessed attire of technological look, now, it offers me a dashing, fashionable, smart outfit of its domain But it's very sorry from me that I'm accustomed not to using anything new Though I invite cordially every new to renew my brain It seems I lost myself in its new look of the web domain Still, I do not find out the staircase to get up upper and to get down from the wisest stage Some difficulties defeated me the understand this Whatever, Thanks a lot to the esteemed authority Thanks a lot to the web developer of PoemHunter Thanks a lot to all revered members of this literary site for being with me still -24.12.2020 Chattogram

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