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.


About Zeeshan

We are the twinkle in the eyes of oblivion.


  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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