Behind Machines

Amidst the roar of these machines
And the fury of nature,
There exist a trembling heart
And shivering fingers,
Pitting the roar
Against the fury
To create a melody of noise-
A furore-
For a few fleeting seconds:
Few yet historic;
Like an ancient pottery,
Ground to dust
And blown in the wind.

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About Zeeshan

We are the twinkle in the eyes of oblivion.

2 comments

  1. Did the melody sound like drilling?
    Did you find music in drilling?
    Perhaps the reason why you ‘roar’ed and ‘fury’ed twice.

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