by Raj Arumugam
Nasrudin looks in the magic mirror that allows him to peep into the future and
he sees many marvelous poems in cyberspace.
So Nasrudin calls his donkey and he says to the donkey:
See, donkey – there are so many marvelous poems in cyberspace. They are beautiful poems.
But Nasrudin’s donkey says:
Ah what’s the use? As far as I’m concerned the only good poem is the one printed on paper.
And why is that? asks Nasrudin.
Because at least when I’m desperately hungry I can eat paper – but I can’t eat cyberspace can I? replies the donkey.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
...been thinking in the language of poetry and scribbling verse from as early as I can recall of my days...FLASHBACK: born naked in India in 1955...was shipped to Singapore in 1961, well-packaged...sent myself over permanently to Australia in early 1998...FINIS: ...just can't get out of the poetry-mind...
Last updated September 07, 2011