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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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