In this era of multiplying info
I roam all around to drink
To drink the sweet honey of info
I am cluttered with info
So lots of them I can read
Its everywhere arou d me
Sometimes I find gold inthe heap of books
Sometimes only occupied things
I dont know how will I manage it
I want all of them
But I forgot that it is not possible
I should work smart
To present the mighty data
Its only a tool not my life
Its just means to pass my time
All that is feasible is not info but the use of it
Its only a means of communication
Its not a life its just info
Every time thousand thoughts roam in my mind the sky looked deep into my eyes asking my destiny judging my thoughts That who sits on clouds asked my destiny o son where you want to go on which way you believe Let me hold you o my beloved i said" let me roam in jungles fly in sky sail through the seas let me be indepenent
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