When the world was yet to turn into a global village <br />When we were yet to start living at our fingertips <br /> <br />When we were yet to cede to our digital identities <br />we'd live much closer in our in-erasable memories. <br /> <br />Forgetting was not easier and we'd need decades <br />for erasing memories of togetherness from minds. <br /> <br />Love and hatred would not grow in haste but slowly <br />being irrigated with the flow of care and negligence <br /> <br />We would be allowed pretty long time to regret <br />our less wise acts and for getting prim redress. <br /> <br />Every moment would be weighed with much wisdom <br />before we could conclude saying we needed an end. <br /> <br />But then there suddenly came a digital storm to blow <br />away us from our own selves and a digital deluge flow <br /> <br />To rob us of our patience and to tell us about time <br />escaping too fast and about our need to hasten up <br /> <br />We found ourselves all equipped needing only to press <br />a few button to delete memories to bring up a digital end. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© Palas Kumar Ray.All rights reserved. <br /><br />Palas Kumar Ray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/digital-deluge/
