The
postman never rings
He
doesn't have these days
By
his motorbike he delivers
Into
the letter boxes
He
comes he goes
Like
the normal vehicles noise
Hardly
people will open doors
He
doesn't have to ring these days
The
days of the old
The
postman came by bicycle
When
he reached the house
The
bell ringing could be heard
The
days of letter writing
Eagerly
waiting for the return posts
The
postman brought the news
Those
were the days of pen-pal exchanges
Now
I don't hear
The
postman ringing his bell
It
is also the web of the world
The
social networking playing the world
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