Autographs To Slam Books , a poem

  -"Autographs to Slam-Book "-

Once I was juggling through a load of letters ,

(that)My father and mother used to post each other.

There we had a pile so huge ,

In safe and in person ,

Soon ,I saw a booklet ,

Of the size of my palm ,

Not a book of wisdom nor a book of psalms .

It was a book full of autographs ,

It was my mother's pride possession ,

I just thought how good it was then ,

(when)People wrote real ,

And , people were really friends .

But now , the emails , facebook , whatsapp , nimbuzz etc

Have replaced , once a giant(letters) ,

(have) Swallowed the breath of serenity in the name of a triumph ,

The love of a man and his only feminine ,

No matter , what zodiac they hail from ,

Be it an Arian or a Gemini ,

Has lost the evidence , the jingle rhymes ,

Discarded and dis reputed in the name of era's ,

Essays of saga's have shorten from barrels to para's .

Autograph grew to become slam books ,

Emotions bewildered but on a high note ,

Ball point pen to the one that sparkles ,

The only moment the worst too ,

Tried being the best.

No matter , if it's he or her  ,

A few of 'em are carcass at rest ,

While a few are still at ease ,

Best the Supreme is One who never filled it(slam book) for me ,

Ironical but the sweetest truth known to me .

A book cannot encompass some feelings though ,

Though I am not an author new ,

Still I did my best ,

Gave my exclusive with patience ,

I regret a lil' of those now ,

(I feel) Wasted time for those , who are nowhere to be found !

Open air it was ; cage it is now ,

People (who) seemed true then ; are at present nowhere to be found ,

I was happy then , I am happier now ,

I loved your mask then , I am fond of you real ugly face now ,

People still are good ,

I judge 'em even now ,

People still betray ,

(the only thing changed is)Isn't a matter to bother anyhow ,

Autographs to Slam-books , every word is genuine and very true .

-"Bharath R Rao" 

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